Here are some photos I took of antique quilts on display at this past summer's VQF. The sophistication of the graphic images always takes me by surprise. We think our quilting foremothers were just pitifully hobbling together clothing scraps for bed covers, when in actuality they were making real, and real gorgeous, art. These are a few of my favorites.
Quilting, wine, food, Unitarian Universalism, animal rights, nature, books... and whatever else I think of!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Antique Quilts at 2009 Vermont Quilt Festival
Here are some photos I took of antique quilts on display at this past summer's VQF. The sophistication of the graphic images always takes me by surprise. We think our quilting foremothers were just pitifully hobbling together clothing scraps for bed covers, when in actuality they were making real, and real gorgeous, art. These are a few of my favorites.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Thanks, Martha!
The fantabulous Martha Stewart explained on Facebook why this year's autumn foliage in New England is not so fantabulous. Tar Spot! Caused by all the stupid rain we had this spring, our maple leaves are tepidly colored and covered with black spots caused by this fungus. Everyone is affected so at least I don't feel like it was my own personal failure.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
This is Koko. She is a Jack Russell Terrier, Irish version, so a little smaller than the English version. In this photo, she's a puppy, but in a few months she'll turn 1 year old.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thinking about this past summer...
This was a crazy summer for Koko and me. Here in the northeast it rained until August, then it was hot and humid. My garden is ragtag because there weren't many "outside" days. Now it's time to cut back everything and get ready to put the garden to bed. Rather sad.
Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.