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It's fall, and yesterday was my birthday. I've got more than half a century of those under my belt and each new birthday makes me acutely aware that I have more behind me than in front of me. "Bucket list" is no longer just an idea: it's a real list for which "someday" has been replaced by "when." And each year, time seems to run even more swiftly.
When I was a teenager we lived on a small 2-acre farm. We grew most of our own food, and that meant spending summer canning, freezing, drying, etc. I hated those long days spent in a hot kitchen, but at the end of the season it was really satisfying to see our shelves full of Mason jars.
Those Mason jars were time in a bottle: the days of summer sun, our hours spent planting, weeding, harvesting, preserving. They were nourishment suspended in time for months, years, there whenever we would need it.
That got me thinking: aren't quilts the same thing? We spend hours, days, months selecting fabrics, cutting, piecing, quilting. Quilts are nourishment for the soul, suspended in time for months, years, there whenever we need it.
Happy quilting --
Image source: Violet's Creations, www.craftyviolet.blogspot.com
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