Monday, August 25, 2014

Turbulent

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One turbulent day last week, I went up to the lake.  The wind was tearing the water into whitecaps and pulling at my skirt and scarf, misting my hair.  I love this kind of day.  It makes me feel a little bit hearty. Rosy-cheeked and tough and merry, like Heidi on the Alm with Peter and the goats.  I look at all that gray, the weathered, rounded stones, and the wind-scoured rocky shore and my muddy bare feet and my chapped nose and whipping hair and feel kind of wild and wonderful. 
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I think we’re mostly done with summer here in the North.  It is cool and cloudy and windy, and the sky keeps churning and threatening.  The garden is a jungle.  At dusk, I hear distant geese, making their way.  It feels like it’s time for this quilt. 
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Wouldn’t it be great if it would stay lit from within like that, stained-glass all the way to the finish?  I don’t know why I haven’t left a quilt top unfinished, and used it as a curtain. 

By the way, thank you ALL, so much, for commiserating with me last week.  It is good to be here with you, and I am so grateful.  :)