I have a bland apartment painted with the quietest most uninviting color. So I find ways with pictures and anything that I can discover to make this place colorful and my own. One of the newest way is in 3 quilt wallhangings that have crossed my path over the last few years.
The first is one my mother was almost finished with when she died. It consisted of various shades of brown quilt fabrics in a beautiful form. I did not finish it because it is beautiful in itself. For me the colors stand for the earth before plants and green, and colorful flowers. It would be good for spring, but I find it the perfect symbol for fall.
Fall is not an ending but rather a pruning and a warm brown beginning no matter where it leads.
My other favorite one was quilted by a dear girlfriend. It has the bright greens, reds, and brilliant whites of the Christmas and winter season. It’s built from snowmen, snow, red and white candy canes, and a mountain of hope.
I am getting ready at this first day of March for the beginnings that come with this season, but I also hold on to those other colors, feelings and joys of that of the previous seasons of my life. I am in my 66th season and I am hopeful for the future and so thankful for my past quilts of life.