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After the record-breaking blizzards in February 2023 in Southern California, the mountains were still snow covered more than a month later as seen from below near Ontario, CA.

For those who follow me on social media or here on my blog, you may have noticed it’s been a little quiet from our corner of the world in recent weeks. So many of you who have written, texted or emailed to check on us and I sincerely wish to thank you for your concern. Your notes of love and support mean more than you could ever know! I’ve tried ...

After the heartbreak of last week's baby Bluebird loss, there is abundant hope that we have another family in the not too distant future. Mom and dad have been back checking out the nesting box! Speaking of nesting birds, at long last I have gotten this one quilted and the finishing binding on this four block folkart wallhanging; this is the result of a Sue Nickels workshop that I took years ago

After the heartbreak of last week's baby Bluebird loss, there is abundant hope that we have another family in the not too distant future. Mom and dad have been back checking out the nesting box! Speaking of nesting birds, at long last I have gotten this one quilted and the finishing binding on this four block folkart wallhanging; this is the result of a Sue Nickels workshop that I took years ago

 Well, I have not been keeping up with what has been done in my world. Like everyone else, the Covid Virus has seriously limited activities. There were four quilt retreats that I attended which had limited attendance. It was so nice to see friends and sew with them.

Here are a few of the projects that were completed:

HOPE - Quarantine Quilt A Long with GE Designs ELVIRA - Quarntine Quilt A Long with GE Designs Pieced, quilted and bound for our Quilt of Valor program. 3 Table Runners - not quilted yet Basket Weave - completed & donated Quilted this quilt for Ladies of ...

This has been a difficult week. On Friday the 11th, my sister's grandson, Kyle was in a snowboarding accident. The news came as "pray for a miracle" so for days, that is what we were doing. My earliest memory was him standing and bouncing on my knees at church ... for an hour! He was always happy and fell in love with Jesus, a very special young man.

Here is a copy of the message that came on the 16th:

To all our family, friends, and those who loved Kyle,

Kyle went to be with Lord today, December 15, 2020 ...

With a dash of hope, I finished my Peach Cobbler block and wondered how it got its name. Was the designer making a peach cobbler at the time? Did they make all the original peach cobbler blocks with peachy colored fabrics? I see hope, not ....

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 Monday's Strength:  Psalms 14

Are you feeling overwhelmed with dread?  It's quite understandable if you are.  As we face the normal challenges of everyday living, new layers of complications are added:  a pandemic, politics and social issues.  The pandemic alone complicates every day tasks!  Feeling dread is quite normal ...

The image above has nothing to do with anything that I’m writing about today. I need you to know that right off the bat. But I love the photograph as it features two things that bring me joy, the ocean and flowers. We begin with a little something to make you smile, or if you’re… Continue reading Sh*t My Mother Sends Me and So Much More

When I arrived in Maine 16 years ago today, to move into our house in Camden (we moved from there to neighboring hope in 2011), I did not know that after 46 years of wandering the globe and living on four continents, I had finally found what I always wanted: HOME!

Maine has become my muse and my soul’s home. Within two years, I made this quilt which flowed out of me effortlessly. In such a short time, I had become Maine’s and Maine had ...

"Sweet Sixteen" is off the rails, binding has been applied and the hand finishing has begun. I'm quilting up a few table runners right now, one day has a way of sliding into the next. The quilts are piling up. Mr. Goodneedle asked me last evening who this quilt was for. I have no designation in mind, I just keep at it, one quilt after another; and sew it goes. One would think that these

"Sweet Sixteen" is off the rails, binding has been applied and the hand finishing has begun. I'm quilting up a few table runners right now, one day has a way of sliding into the next. The quilts are piling up. Mr. Goodneedle asked me last evening who this quilt was for. I have no designation in mind, I just keep at it, one quilt after another; and sew it goes. One would think that these

Saturday's Song
Does it feel like your're facing another heartbreak day?

Hope

For the most part, (as far as I was concerned) the screened-in porch project was finished, the ceiling and light fixtures were installed, the screen units were in place and we found furniture to make sitting out there comfortable and enjoyable. It was not, however, ready to pass inspection; not yet.  We had yet to install safety railings on the inside of the two elevated window walls. Normally

For the most part, (as far as I was concerned) the screened-in porch project was finished, the ceiling and light fixtures were installed, the screen units were in place and we found furniture to make sitting out there comfortable and enjoyable. It was not, however, ready to pass inspection; not yet.  We had yet to install safety railings on the inside of the two elevated window walls. Normally

Mom and me, shortly before she passed away in 2016.

My Mom and I share a little secret. We have little “meetings of the minds” where we share heart-to-heart communication on a regular basis. Considering she passed away more than four years ago, you might think I’m a bit quirky to make such a statement. But she and I communicate through our secret, shared language of needlework. Even now, all these years since she left this earth, we send each other nudges of love.

I’m a quilter. Mom was a cross-stitcher. And she was positively brilliant at cross-stitch ...

There are days when writing is frustrating. I start wondering if I’m on the right path. And start asking How long will it be before I know for sure? So when I read Psalm 13 this morning, It spoke to me. The Psalmist (David) begins ....

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