The season marches along predictably. The summer solstice is upon us and the spring flowers are gone. In the past two week roses have burst into bloom all over town. These are along a fence of a home -- one of many, many. They are fragrant! Which is somewhat remarkable today. But I literally "smelled the roses" as I stooped to get a nice close photo. The rhododendruns are still out but beginning to fade. The kousa dogwoods which are so abundant you'd think they were native to the area (they're Asian) are magnificent tall towers of white blooms. On the beaches the rosa rugosas are in full bloom, pink, red and white -- they too are fragrant, being wild and natural. Soon the hydrangeas will add blue and purple and fuschia to the mix. This is a very, very beautiful place!
I love log cabin quilts. I love blue. I have a big stash of blue scraps -- well, now I have a somewhat smaller stash of blue scraps. Sometimes I have an impulse to make a specific quilt and just do it. That's what happened here. It's throw size. I used up nearly all the lighter blues and did not want to purchase more because I wanted it to be entirely a scrap quilt. So it's not as large as I might have made. Both color and traditional pattern make me happy
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!