A Windy February Day in Charlotte

Happy Birthday, Dear Dylan....Wow...16 years old...my love.... 

Another boro box...crazy fabric, for Lynsey's 17th birthday last week!!

The Christmas Amaryllis keeps on giving...along with Linda Swanecamp's lovely Valentine card.

Creative sponge making...squishing netting from avocados and oranges...onto fusible fleece.  Then I just wiggle stitched over and over until the netting lay flat...Perfect recycled sponges for my kitchen

Peter, down the hall had a birthday...His present...a jar opener...easy and fun.

My friend upstairs lost her husband to cancer 6 months ago.  She had gifted me his silk pocket scarves from his  suits.  I made a tissue holder for her..pulling the tissue.

My wonderful beautiful daughter came to visit for a few days. from the west coast.  Gone now, she lovingly left packets of her homemade tortellini soup in my freezer...sigh...We had a wonderful visit.

Now Grandma O'Quilts is happy and peaceful..Lucky, lucky me..

I also voted today...so proud of myself for doing what is right.

Interesting Diversions

 

My  bedroom is now uneven just like me.

Getting to love the freedom of this.

Christmas in August .  My two sided cutting mat.  Red and Orange.

Color and me.  We are happy, you see!!!

Present for his crisis counselor.  She likes cats and her favorite color is green.

Jar openers are Dylan's speciality!!

My new pink mouse lights up.  How cool is that?? !!

So does my new keyboard...And, they change colors....I love you Margaret!!

Boo...our other cat...always in the shadow of his gregarious older brother!!

Our scaredy cat!!

Wisdom from our friend, Fred Rogers

Yesterday's Gift

As I sit, the weeds grow over my feet 

They wedge between my toes and cover my ankles.

I do not care.  I tell myself that I have given up.

I know that if I stand, their ties will break and I might walk free.

I do not stand, I am becoming the weed.  It is now part of me.

When I sleep, the weeds wait outside....ever present.

Waiting.  They are mine.

When I sleep, the cool breeze of the open window comforts me.

The weeds do not climb to the second story room.

I have lost everything.

Everything but Choice, 2021 GDM

Now, with  gratitude to my friend, Rachel...this site, this poetry below and this poetry mood!!

John Roedel