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| Tulips by Yemina Lavan of Modlin, Israel |
Day three of my Labor Day celebration of quilters in honor of my grandmother continues. Enjoy the trip around the world.
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| It Started As A Doodle by Roz Rossiter of the UK |
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| Shattered Face Quilt by Kathryn Harmer Fox of South Africa |
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| Taras Garden by Valerie Giles of Australia |
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| Ferns within the Grids by Margie Davidson of Canada |
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| Chinese Coins by Petra Niermann of Germany |
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| Lucky 4-Leaf by Anne Jolly of New Zealand |
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| A Stormy Night At Sea by Maria Nunez of USA |
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| Squared Illusion 6 by Gloria Hansen |
Labor Day Celebration of the work of my grandmother continues. Two duets of quilts spoke to me. The first was all about circles cut through by straight lines.
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| Behind Bars by BJ Titus of Coatesville PA |
The second duet had to do with themes from my classroom, science and horticulture.
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| My Last Nerve by Stacy Hurt of Orange CA |
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| Dancing Kalanchoe by Carol Villars of Apple Valley CA |
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| A Slice of Oz by Gloria Loughman from Australia |
A Slice of Oz by Gloria Loughman caught my eyes for the fine combo of greens and violets.
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| Almost Amish by Ellen McMillen of Downingtown, PA |
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| Sunrise Serenade by Diane Doran of Glenelg, MD |
Sunrise Serenade by Diane Doran of Glenelg, MD; caught these eyes for color, design, and perhaps the birds.
As seen at the Corning Museum of Glass...
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| Plate Scenery by Ann Wolff 1978 |
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| Day Lily with coneflowers in the garden of Nutmeg Designs |
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| Back yard sunflower in the garden of Nutmeg Designs |
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| The Honda Fit in the garden of Nutmeg Designs |
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| Anise Hyssop in the garden of Nutmeg Designs |
See five more July images on our nutmeg blog
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| In Buffalo. In a sculpture. |
I celebrated 50 years with a jazz conert and a campaign to feed the hungry. But time marches on and so does my mind.
I was a decent letter writer back in the day. Over time it stopped. I hear that the post office still sends out such things. I imagine my friends have addresses they might share if I am lacking their current location.
So I had this thought, I will send a letter a week for the next year. Not a note, but a letter, hand written. I'm rusty. Beware my friends; I have memories of nearly getting straight A's in elementary school but being thwarted by some harsh C- marks for penmanship. Over time I developed a half cursive/ half printing scrawl. I think it can be deciphered.
Some letters may include a Stratozpheric card or maybe a suncatcher that seems to need a home. Some may be tucked inside a card that catches my eye or one of the cards sent recently by a friend. Maybe a commission will spark a letter. Some will fly solo inside an envelope. The goal is not to draw cards or give away art. I desire to return to writing letters.
Letter writing is a chance to reflect upon what is happening in my life. Like pizza making it may become a habit, something I am known for.
And who knows, if one of the letters gets a response, a life long correspondence may happen. That would be quite splendid.
