The Kaleidoscope of a Quilt

I was just in Branson, CO for a week at my house– my Mom’s house.  It’s hard for me to say my house.  It will always be her house.

I had balmy 70 degree weather then I had snow when I woke up yesterday morning.

Yesterday morning as I lay in bed looking at the colorful quilts stacked on my bed to keep me warm, I wondered to myself–how many people have slept under a quilt?

The beautiful mixture of color, the love that my Mom, my grandmothers and great grandmothers put into every stitch–warmed my heart.  I felt a deep link with my ancestors who pricked a finger, spent many hours bent over their work and I was teary eyed!

What a joy to have a heritage as rich as mine!

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