There's something about a foggy morning that settles in me and fills my emotional environment with gratitude. Just a glance down my street this morning was enough to trigger an overwhelming sense of contentment.
How appropriate that this is also Thanksgiving week, making a perfect pair of events to bring home to me how very blessed I have been these past 66+ years with such wonderful caring people who I call my own. I am so grateful for family, for friends, and even for casual encounters with some who were close only for moments.
Every life has unsettling events, but to have such a group as I call my family and friends, through all the good and not-so-good times, is really a blessing.
I am thankful. I count myself blessed. And it was the fog this morning that brought it so clearly home to me.
As I work on the new quilt top, I grow more and more fascinated by this stack of strips sewn into blocks. They will take various shapes before they are finally part of the finished product, but this short-lived step seems to be its own kind of art. If I don't become distracted, I will have all these blocks completed this morning. The 9-patches will go fast, and I might actually meet that (laughingly made) goal of having the top pieced together this week. Can't believe (I sewed) the whole thing!
2 comments:
Awesomeme!!! Happy Holidays!!! love your blogs
Thanks! And Happy Holidays to you, too!!!
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