The colors – blues, rusts, and lavenders radiate from the center of the quilt outwards. The play of lights and dark’s remind me of the sunlight and shadows that dappled the old porch floor where the quilt design emerged
from a jumble of fabric triangles.
This quilt would not exist if years ago someone hadn’t taken the time to share. They took the time to give me their knowledge and enthusiasm. I was taught how to sew. I learned to express my deepest feeling with needle and thread. I have sewn grief, prayers, love and joy to create a heart gift that speaks for me of my deepest feelings.
Kindness given long ago surrounds me now with color and warmth in the
form of a quilt. Think of this blog as a collection of cotton fabric scraps given to you. You spill the contents out and begin to sort the scraps that appeal to you. Colors of life experiences, interests, beliefs and gratitude are
spilled out in front of you.
At the center of all these is the dominate color of me. love. I am a daughter of God and of Albert Groff. I am a wife of 50 years and a mom. I am comfortable with this time in my life. I have peace, time, joy and great love. As you read the scraps of thoughts that I write to you, discover the ones that add beauty and richness to the quilt fabric of your life. It is my prayer that you will use these to express your true self. Use whatever medium stirs your soul. Create and grow. Discover what enriches your faith. Share
the blessing that is you with others.
When a woman’s about twenty,
With a baby about two,
She begins to wonder what the years will do.
Baking a cake for a community affair
She pictures herself with silver hair.
Carrying her efforts to a church nearby
A huge truck salutes with an air horn’s blare
Which confection he is complementing
She just couldn’t care.
Acknowledgement is made with a lady like wave,
But the thrill of impropriety is saved,
Put by against what the years will do.
Trudy Groff Costello