And here we are.
Reminds me how Mom, in her oldest of age, used to call each morning and declare,
"I'm still here !"
We came fairly near to a frost this early morning.
Fuzz Face decided it was a bit chilly. That's the tablecloth I made for Mom, she loved checks. I backed it because it became so thin, quilting it in my spare time. So many blackberry lily seeds, going to spread them around when I go out to plant the garlic.
Today, A is for Arrangement. here some loose patches arranged as blocks, but then blocks are for building. And as I looked at these patchworks floating around, Adrift ? , in the Deep Pool of Thought, suddenly, arrangement took on new form, an arrangement can be a component of a bigger arrangement. Or stand on its own. Or simply wait. Composition. I am beginning to consider them as something similar to a conversation. And thinking, peace, takes time... like soup.
I think today is a soup soup day.
« wordless conversation » Jude?
How I would miss your words’ your thoughts your wisdom !
What you share is golden! Believe it.
And……just Thank you.
well I am in my golden years, oh ha, thank you back
I love seeing your scraps basket. Lovely…such beautiful pieces you’ve made.
cloth, bits of joy
I read “We came fairly near to a frost this early morning.” and immediately saw Soul-o’s face as a reaction to that. A little startle, a little disdain.
he waits for the warmest patch of sun and goes and sits on it
I love how your basket of scraps are sitting on the perimeter of all those loose patches. Almost as though the scraps are deciding who will place themselves into your path so that you notice and then use them in a wonderful puzzle piece of patchwork.
they do seem to fight for attention
It’s great that you can still hear your mom. I made broth today for soup tomorrow.
I valued her ability to remain joyful. Big broth day here. Enough for tomorrow and freezer full.
It’s even getting a little chilly here!
But hopefully NO frost, not until late December; we have citrus on the trees!
My Fuzzfaces think it’s chilly, too 😹
( I miss my mom)
chilly is good, cold is harder.
So many delightful thoughts today. Soul-O all tucked in; your Mother’s message, “I’m Still Here.” The prize for belly laughs goes to Judith who thought “Fuzz Face” might be the Man in the morning. I am still laughing .
he is rather fuzzy
It just made me happy…to read this. Memory in fabric pieces, your words, photos, alphabets…thank you, Jude!
I wasn’t sure at first if fuzz face was your Man in the morning or Soul-O until I saw the picture. When our cats sit like that we call them nicely folded. Black cats know they look good on red.
ha, the man is never up in the mornings!
Neither mine. I enjoy the quiet time.
Love the way Soul-o keeps the paws tucked under 🙂 And…oh your mom! I love your mom stories! I love the variety of these blocks, how there is the little A’s and the big one too…and a moon of course.
Too hot here for soup. Someday. But, the mornings are cooler and today I had the honor of listening to the morning Hawks for a long while. Peace Soup sounds like a children’s book or maybe reminds me of Stone Soup 🙂
Oh hawks, yes me too.
Mom was hilarious, when sh stopped making me laugh, I worried, I knew.
Peace Soup. Love it
that fuzz face pic! LOL. such a strong presence he carries! talk about wordless conversation! how a basket of scraps becomes a pot of soup…
Just like that…
Your alphabet quilt & blocks for building along with the words; arrangement, form, components, composition, conversations.
Become my deep pool of thought:
They all lead me to the thought of what we leave future generations. If we think of what we do & create & how it affects 7 generations out…& how the past 7 generations have affected us. Peace does take time. How are we planting seeds of peace for our future generations. An alphabet quilt is a lovely beginning..
Sarita~ I love these thoughts. I am always thinking about what we make & leave behind. When I saw the tablecloth, made for her mom, it reminded me of ALL of my own mother’s belongs that needed to find new homes. It was a lot. Thank you for your words today.
Yes, it is al kmm about how one thing becomes another.
P was for pumpkin but I think I should add peace.
I’ve always been quiet so my conversations are mostly in my head … and I want to use your mother’s words for the little art quilt I’ve started “I’m still here” 💙
She would br honored!
I struggle with conversation these days….forgetting words and facts rendering me mute.
Soup however I love and find easy…made a large pot of it early this morning 😋
Arrangement… there’s an art to it.
Enjoy your soup…
yes, I am much better at wordless conversation.
Got a pot of soup in the crock pot! Great minds…
all good things are like soup
“P” is for pondering….
(later, I imagine)
” I’m still here!”…
Oh! I just love that!!:):):)
ABC’s 🙂 Good day for soup, I have an abundance of veggies. Love the moon cabins…
Making lotsa broth today.
There’s an A cabin in there!
I was drawn to that one but didn’t really process in my mind that it was A cabin. 🙂
A cabin might he a safe place for many things!
Wish to arrange peace
conversation might be the first step.
has the art of conversation been lost?
I think the art of conversation has at least been misplaced, hopeully not totally lost. I keep hoping it can be found again.
Love all your loose patches.