Renewed Hope!

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 at MidAtlantic Quilt Festival up in Hampton, VA.  I was inspired to get it done after touring the Southern Quilts exhibit at the National Quilt Museum and being enamored with the historic applique quilts there earlier this year. 

Not only is it finished, but it's hanging, at long last, in our home; I always HOPED I'd see this day. Don't we all start every new project with high hopes and determination ~ only to lose steam? 

I need to teach myself the importance of being a little ol' ant and hanging on to those high hopes! 😊

We hosted our former neighbors for the weekend, we had a glorious time catching up (it's been years);  the late nights took their toll, I needed naps for two days in a row after their departure! Back in August of 1985 we bought a newly constructed home right next door to these fine folks. For ten years we lived side by side, we raised our children together and Janis and I walked together every single morning after we loaded the kiddos on the school bus; those were golden days. A good neighbor is a found treasure and we certainly were the beneficiaries of that, to the fullest. We moved away in 1995 and, after a few more years, retirement saw them selling their home and moving to Oklahoma. You may remember, in September of last year, I requested prayer for Janis in this blog post. Thanks be to God, she is now totally free and clear of cancer! Her healing is complete and she has been released from further treatment for her lymphoma. She never lost hope for one moment but, rather, as a role model of immense faith, persevered and triumphed over this dread disease; and she did it with a joyful heart! I have always marveled at her strong spirit and unshakeable faith, one that has been demonstrated as long as I have known her. She gives all the thanks and glory to God; and is grateful for your faithful prayers and for her doctors, nurses and drug therapies that all, ultimately, come from Him, creator of all things!

And so, we go on, with HOPE in our hearts for every. single. blessing; both great and small.

Life is Good!

EPIC Road Trip- Installment #1

~Oklahoma and points west~

I have a lot to report and will endeavor to keep this moving along in a fast-paced and entertaining manner.  In the afternoon of our second day on the road we arrived in Stillwater, OK at the ranch home of our dear friends and former NC neighbors. God blessed us with neighbors for ten years ('85-'95) who became best friends, it simply doesn't get better than that; I will eternally be grateful. Janis and I hit it off from the beginning- we not only were walking companions and prayer partners but, as mothers, we raised our children together in homes side by side where each one was equally as comfortable as if they were siblings. Our daughters were maids/matrons of honor in each others' weddings. Our bond is one that is firmly forged.

Our first stop after arriving in Stillwater was at the iconic "Eskimo Joe's" restaurant for a late lunch and some souvenir T-shirt shopping. Janis(R) and I(L) picked right up where we left off after our last visit  several years ago and, believe it, continued to talk and catch up until 2:30 AM the next morning!

End of the Trail ~ James Earle Fraser, sculptor, 1915

We were off the the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City the next morning. Knowing little to virtually nothing about cowboys or western art, this trip was enlightening and extremely informative. Our friends and former neighbors were more than happy to immerse us in their native Oklahoma world of western culture and lifestyle. 

After the Ride ~ Glenna Goodacre, 1998

I was taken with this bronze sculpture of President Reagan there, the amazing irony of this is yet to be revealed in only a few days! Stay tuned~

We were fortunate to have timed our visit to coincide with the annual "Prix de West";  a prestigious invitational art exhibit of western paintings and sculpture held annually.  Here Janis and I are touring the "Prix de West" show at the National Cowboy Museum.

While visiting Oklahoma City we went to the memorial site of the first act of terrorism on American soil from April 19, 1995. This is now sacred, holy ground; set aside for quiet thoughts and reflection.

The Gates of Time flank either end of the reflecting pool, the entrance portal to the memorial is the 9:02 gate. The East Gate (above) bears the marking 9:01, representing the innocence of the city before the attack. The second, the 9:03 or West Gate, stands for the moment Oklahoma City was changed forever and commemorates the hope that came from the horror in the moments and days that followed the bombing. The water which occupies what was formerly  N.W. Fifth St. flows gently to soothe wounds and calm hearts.

This is the Survivor Tree, a 90+ year old American Elm that bore witness to the violence of that day and now stands as a profound symbol of human resilience.  The surrounding wall bears the inscription: "The spirit of this city and this nation will not be defeated, our deeply rooted faith sustains us."  If you find yourself in the OKC area take the time to stop and visit, you won't be sorry.

Bright and early the next morning we bid our friends a fond farewell and headed out. I was lucky to stop at two quilt shops this day. Sooner Quilts in Guthrie, OK was a precious shop; well stocked, with a friendly and knowledgeable staff, I was able to find a few treasures here to bring back home.

Oklahoma Quiltworks in Oklahoma City was much the same, the inventory and personality of the shop and personnel were incredible, this shop was well worth the short drive out of our route for the day.  I came away excited and energized to complete some projects at home after scoring some terrific backing fabrics at an excellent price from their sale room!

All that shopping made us me hungry! Our friends had mentioned a local burger chain to us, Braum's. We made a quick detour for lunch there. Known for their locally raised beef, vegetables and dairy; our lunch of burgers and milkshakes was delicious and memorable. From this point westward the landscape began to change dramatically. As we transitioned from OK into the panhandle of Texas, the vegetation thinned and distant mesas appeared on the horizon. "Rest Stops" along the interstate became "Picnic Stops" (translates to: "no facilities"), this can make for some desperate driving! "Welcome Centers" became our new destination and the one in New Mexico late that afternoon was a welcome stop indeed! We spent the night in Albuquerque and were off a new adventure the next morning!

Canyon de Chelly (da- SHAY) is located in the northeast corner of Arizona; it offers some spectacular scenery! We covered the south rim of the canyon and taking in the scenic overlooks, each one interesting, rugged and varied.

Of all the stops, this one: Spider Rock, stood out as the highlight. This is Navajo Nation; native women were selling handmade jewelry here at each stop from their cars. We left Canyon de Chelly and traveled north and west to Kayenta, AZ and rte. # 163 through Monument Valley. To be there, among these massive red sandstone "monuments" is truly a spiritual experience.

The scale of these buttes in Monument Valley can be imagined by the perspective of the cars.

We left Monument Valley and headed toward Cedar City, UT; our destination for the next three nights.  Driving straight west along the AZ/UT border we passed through the beautiful Glen Canyon Recreation Area and saw the dam which forms Lake Powell and then on to Kanab. 

Crossing on the very scenic (and steep) Rte #14, we reached altitudes of 9,900 feet greeted by Aspen and Spruce; a yet ever-changing landscape once again.

I'll leave you in Cedar City for now. This is a good stopping point before moving on to some National and State parks. To keep this from getting boring I will give you some free informational facts along the way, that way your time spent reading won't be in vain (hopefully the photos make up for it!). A treat along the journey for me is Snapple tea. The bonus with each bottle is the fun fact inside the lid. Allow me share two for now:  "President Chester A. Arthur owned 80 pairs of pants, he changed them several times each day."  and this one- "A group of 11 or more cows is a FLINK."  There you go. Don't you feel smarter already?

Life is Good!

The next installment of this EPIC road trip will cover several days' journey 

and the sights and stops along the way from UT to Stevenson Ranch, CA.

 

The Quilt Closet

Stars and Scraps Forever ~  68" X 86"

I know you've seen this quilt before; I haven't posted a photo, though, since it was completely and totally done! Looking at this image of the finished design I realize now that it could be improved if it were an odd number of blocks across and down, that way I could place star blocks in each of the four corners and anchor the layout better that way.  This quilt is the first one to go directly into The Quilt Closet; since it's an otherwise unassigned quilt, my plan has been to stockpile finished quilts such as this one in a dedicated space for gifting when unexpected, quilt-needing, occasions arise. I have scrounged, in the past, to find finished quilts to give to neighbors and friends dealing with serious situations; now I'll have a  go-to supply ready and waiting.  I had help with the finishing on this one, Salem Stitcher's Shelby cuddled up on one side as I whipped down the binding at a recent Bee meeting... maybe she has her own ideas about this particular quilt being otherwise unassigned, she didn't even seem to notice (or care about) the design oversight!

Life is Good!

Worry, Replaced...

This is the view across our side yard, from the porch outside the studio. Our house lot is adjacent to this open land. When we built our home, ten years ago, there were horses in this pasture. They would gallop up the barbed wire fence that delineated the property line for daily carrots and nose rubs. Not long after we moved in the owners of the property sold their farm and the animals went away. This pasture has stood vacant until earlier this spring when two horses and two cows were spotted grazing in a distant, corralled, enclosure up closer to the farm house. It was nice to see them there but I couldn't help recall how much better it would be if they used the entire pasture and came closer like in years past. A couple of days ago I stepped onto the side porch and saw this: nothing, the fence was gone! I was stunned; where did it go, why was it gone, what did this mean? Worry descended upon me... were the owners selling? Was the pastureland being divided up into house lots? How would this view, my view, change? I had a physical reaction as the day went on, a sick headache from the worry; I lost sleep that night, imagining fifty houses going up on this beautiful piece of property. Yesterday morning the pasture was being mowed, my husband wandered out there to flag down the tractor's driver and find out where the fence had gone. He came back smiling, the fence was being replaced, he reported; the horses would soon have the run of the entire pasture... just like in years gone by! What a relief; I felt the worry slide away, replaced by overwhelming peace and contentment. Late yesterday afternoon the view from our side porch changed once again... to this:

Life is Good!