This book came in the mail the other day. If you ask my husband, I will pretend that I knew nothing about it and the Universe merely willed me to have it. It must have been quite a coincidence that it came in an Amazon box. Really.
Actually, I bought it as a gift for R for in his Easter basket. But, I also kind of bought it for me too. The story is simple and clear and not too lofty. It’s a wonderful (old) story about how Spring comes forth as the seasons change. However, the real reason I bought it was for the illustrations.
They are from a handmade quilt.
This is an old German story and the quilter remembered it from when she was a child and decided to create a quilt to help her through a difficult time in life.
I would LOVE to see the quilt in person, but I’m sure they would kick me out of the line for standing there too long and drooling over it. Perhaps, I will have to try this instead?
As for now, I am content to gaze at the pictures from the book and wonder in awe at the magnificent skill and love transformed from the fabric. Quilts always have the best stories.
Have a wonderful weekend.