(Siloam Road and Wet Mountains by Madeline)
I haven't done much clever or crafty this week. I got up every morning and went to work and I'll tell ya, just getting through that was clever enough. A real spring work slump. I'm trying hard to let it pass which is an effective technique - usually. But, it's Friday and Monday morning is a long way off.
We're having another great little Spring snow. The feed pans in the corrals were filled with water this morning and if it had been just a bit colder I think the snow would measure 10 feet by now. At about 3:00 a.m. the sleet balls fairly bounced off the log walls and, of course, I woke up. It sounded like millions of BB pellets. I'm sure glad I didn't wash my windows that weekend a while back when it was so warm and sunny. I'd just have to do them again after this storm. You know, you always have to be mindful of small blessings.
I pulled out an unfinished project one evening. I have never really finished a quilt and somehow feel my life would be incomplete if that never happened. It's very possible, however, that my life will remain....incomplete.
You never know. Maybe if I finished it my life would be over. Hmmm - strange thought for a Friday, snowy, Spring evening. There's another thing holdng me back from true passion for this unfinished quilt - sometimes I'll start a project, not finish it, then pull it out one day and wonder who I was then to have picked such a design, those particular colors, etcetera. Does anyone else do that?
I think I just heard thunder for heaven's sake. A snow thunderstorm. Maybe I'll work on those quilt pieces - for just a little while. Wouldn't want to finish it really.