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Amish and Quilting

 

The A to Z challenge begins.

The A to Z challenge begins.

A is for Amish. While Ohio and Pennsylvania are known for their Amish communities. Oklahoma also has a couple of nice size Amish areas and they have auctions each year featuring their quilts. Clarita is the home of Since this blog is about quilts and quilting,

Visiting the Clarita Amish Auction means lots of walking, eating good food, and admiring beautiful quilts. The ladies make quilts using traditional patterns as well as new ones.

A couple of years ago, Paula Nelson, my friend, and partner in my local quilt store, Prairie Notionsdesigned this quilt for one of the Amish ladies to make.

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While the price of the quilts put them well past my spending range, looking at them is free.  The food however, I can afford and enjoy sampling their wonderful cooking at the auction as well as purchasing breads, cakes, and candies to take home and savor.

Is there an Amish community near your?

Have you ever had the opportunity to purchase an Amish quilt?

Have you ever sewn a quilt by hand?

Joining other bloggers with  the A to Z challenge.  Stop by and see what some of the other bloggers are up to.

 

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Stars and Quilts

She slipped out of the house, closing the door with a soft click. No need to wake the rest of the family. She skirted around the toys of her younger siblings and headed for a clearing in the front yard.

She tossed the quilt on the sandy desert ground and sat down. For several minutes she just sat and stared at the stars above and soaked in the cool night air. Finally, she said aloud the words that were in her heart.

“Please send me somebody to love me for me. Someone who will accept me the way I am and not want me to be someone else.”

She began to trace her fingers around the well-known outline of the hexagon shaped pieces of the quilt. So many different contrasting, and competing fabrics sewn together to create a beautiful quilt.

As she traced the shapes the words filled her heart. “I love you the way you are. I don’t want you to be someone else. I love you for you, I created you that way.”

She smiled softly, “I know. But, could you also send someone real? Someone who will allow me to feel safe and love in his embrace.”

There was no immediate answer. Still, the girl felt better being she was okay just the way she was, she didn’t need to be a genius, or a fabulous typist, or a social butterfly, she was okay as her.

Six months later. Attending the college of their choice, in a state far from her friends, she met a man whose arms sheltered her when she hurt. A man who loved her not for who she was, but because she was her. They were together thirty four years before he went Home.

Joining up is Lisa Jo Baker and Five Minute Friday. Check out the other bloggers playing along and why not come join us? The rules are simple:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back at Lisa Jo’s site, here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
– See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/2013/07/five-minute-friday-belong/#sthash.45Mgtorx.dpuf
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
– See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/2013/07/five-minute-friday-belong/#sthash.45Mgtorx.dpuf

Beauty Surrounds Us

According to the saying, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. ” But it is so much more. As I drank my tea on the porch this morning, soaking in the beauty pf God’s handiwork, I thought about what was beautiful to me.

The birds chirping and singing, add a beautiful sound to my world. The flowers blooming are beautiful to look at. The Honeysuckle growing on the pasture fence add a beautiful scent. The smell of fresh cut grass is almost intoxicating.

All of that is beautiful, but the most beautiful gift is time.

Time to help someone, time spent with another. Today, I watched my son sitting on the tractor as he cut the grass in the pasture surrounding my house. The little pastures aren’t big enough to bother trying to get a baler in them, and I don’t have any cattle to eat the grass down, so the tractor it is.

The gift of his time using the brush hog on my pasture was made more beautiful by the time spend driving to my house. My son lives over an hour away, yet he gave his time, on a holiday weekend to come and help me out.

Time. A beautiful gift.

Today I’m linking up with Lisa Jo Baker and Five Minute Fridays. Rules are simple:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog’s footer}.

3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard.

– See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/2013/07/five-minute-friday-beautiful/#sthash.shEOgHzf.dpuf

Life Unedited

It’s been much too long since I’ve played with the little kids over at Gypsy Mama. I say “little kids” because Lisa Jo, my hero and the hostess of Five Minute Friday, is young enough to be my daughter. Most of the bloggers who join up are too. Oh sure, some of us grannies play, but mostly it’s the young’uns.

I love the Five Minute Fridays. I love reading the posts of those who play, and I love the idea of writing for five minutes with no editing. The prose might be broken, mispellings, horrible punctuation, or just random sentences that don’t belong. I love it for so many reasons, but mostly because that’s life. Life is unedited.

We patch the holes of pain, put on makeup to hide our blemishes, comb and style our hair just right, and choose our dress carefully before going out. We attempt to hide the holes of our mistakes, the cracks of pain. Life is unedited, and unplanned. At least by us.

Now, my five minutes are up.  I’ll go back to Gypsy Mama, and play with the others (read some of their posts.) Come and join us. You can write or just read. It’s fun.

Silent Sunday- Some of God’s Handiwork and an Encouragement

Lake in the hills of Colorado.

These are from last year, it's a little early, but given the warm temps expect to find the tree in full bloom any day.

Peach tree 2011

My driveway

The road home

Delight in the Light

It’s Friday once again, that means hooking up with LisaJo and others at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday.

      1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.

Delight in the Light

My cousin used to refer to me as “light dependent.” She says it with a smile, because she in NOT light dependent. While I enjoyed sitting in her dark living room visiting with her, if I needed to get us anything, I had to turn the light on. She, on the other hand, had no need for the light. She simply went about her routine in the dark. Because she was/is totally blind.  Today we live miles apart and seldom get together to visit. Her words seemed  today, because I delight in the light, in the ability to see.

When I first moved to this house, after my husband’s death, our area had a storm that took out the electricity for many homes for hours. Not my house though, my house remained lit. I like to think it’s because God was taking care of me. My life was already in an emotional darkness, I didn’t need to be in the dark physically also.

This morning, as I was thinking about this post the sun was trying to shine, but the clouds were blocking most of the light. Most, not all. I drank my tea and watched as the darkness of the night receded and the light of the day began to take over. The sun still isn’t shining brightly, but it’s light has brightened the day.

Yes, being light dependent, I delight in the light. The electricity that lights my home after the darkness of night invades, the light the sun offers to send the night scurrying, and the light the Lord offers to brighten our lives, and chase the darkness away.

Your Turn. Here’s the particulars:

      1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
        2. Link back to The Gypsy Mama so others can read your post.

 

          3. Invite others to join in. If you play, please come back here and leave a link, would love to read your five minute take on Delight. 🙂

 

Wake Up

Once again it’s Friday morning. That means it’s time for Five Minute writing, no editing. We write, as Gypsy Mama says, “For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.”

Here we go:

AWAKE

Ever notice how we wonder, and often ask, how the world can keep spinning when a person we love is gone from this world? But, it does. The sun comes up. The birds still sing. There are jobs still to be done, The world keeps spinning.

We have no choice, we follow along. We arise each morning. We do our daily chores. We continue with our jobs. We keep moving, but we aren’t awake. We just are.

Eventually though we wake up. Really wake up. We watch our children or grandchildren at play, we laugh at their antics. We remember tricks they played while we were sleep-walking through life.

The trick, is to force ourselves awake, even when we want to sleep. In sleep there is no pain. In sleep we forget the going of our loved one. But, in sleep, we don’t live, we don’t grow. Some sleep is needed of course. We were made to live. When we’re awake, our sleep is restful, healing, restoring our energy for the next day. Sleepwalk sleeping, is just moving through the day, not improving anything.

Good morning world. I’m awake. Are you?

That’s all there is to it.


Won’t you join us?

      1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
      2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

 

To read other interesting takes on the word AWAKE, or to link up your own view, visit Gypsy Mama.