There are in our existence Spots of time,. . . our minds Are nourished and invisibly repaired; . . . That penetrates, enables us to mount,
When high, more high, and lifts us up when fallen.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
More patchwork
Red with blue maple leaf was a blouse I wore in first grade.
Grandma was knotting this comforter on our side porch when Les and Marilyn Wadel happened to stop by. How nice to see them before the head south for the winter.
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