I have a soft spot for fabric lines. I don’t have to make the effort to co-ordinate colours and patterns. This was one of those lines I couldn’t resist. I bought a layer cake, a charm pack, and a couple yards. I separated them into blues and purples. (Of course I want the latter for myself …) I’ve wanted to do a sampler sort of lap quilt for some time using pinwheels. I made them using the 5×5″ charms and bordered them with strips from the layer cake fabric. Throw in a few modified nine patches and a couple log cabins and voila! Very pretty. I titled it “Song of Solomon 2:12” chosen for the flowered fabric and flower quilting. It gave me a chuckle, people grabbed a bible to look up the verse and then asked, where are the turtledoves?!
This one I donated to our church’s annual bazaar. It sold. A congregation member purchased it as a baptism gift for her new grand-daughter.
Song of Solomon 2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Yesterday was the first wedding I officiated in my new congregation. It was a long and lovely day. The bride looked beautiful, the groom handsome, and both, very nervous. Both are quite shy, hating to be the centre of attention. Their vows were barely a whisper. They got through it and the second highlight was the piper leading them out of the church.
I had been working with them towards this point for over a year. It gave me time to sew them a quilt as a wedding gift.
I designed it with two different blocks, Bridal Path and Honeymoon, using the colours they chose for the wedding. Repeating hearts was a theme through their engagement, only made sense to quilt it with hearts. The Quilty Guilt did a lovely job.1 Corinthians 13:4-7 4 Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant 5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; 6 it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. 7 It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
I love the way trees look, their textured trunks, canopies of leaves, and the tenacious hold they have on the earth. These are Manitoba Maples, aptly named. I think the first one would be an ideal place to stage a family portrait.
I often wonder what they have seen, the history that has been absorbed through their roots, the stories they might tell if they could.
Leviticus 23:40 On the first day you shall take the fruit of majestic trees, branches of palm trees, boughs of leafy trees, and willows of the brook; and you shall rejoice before the Lord your God for seven days.
40 There are both heavenly bodies and earthly bodies, but the glory of the heavenly is one thing, and that of the earthly is another. 41 There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; indeed, star differs from star in glory. 42 So it is with the resurrection of the dead. What is sown is perishable, what is raised is imperishable.
The hostas are spectacular this year. The holes in the leaves of the first two photos are the result of a recent heavy hailstorm. I adore the purple flowers.
The hail struck down everything that was in the open field throughout all the land of Egypt, both human and animal; the hail also struck down all the plants of the field, and shattered every tree in the field.
It feels like it has been an above normal temperature summer. The last three or four days have been above 30C with extremely high humidity. As hot days typically do, they bring severe thunderstorms at the close of day.
Yesterday we were at a family member’s cottage on Lake Winnipeg near Gimli. There was enough of a breeze to make being outside tolerable, and it always seems cooler to be near the water. On the return trip a cold air ridge came in and provided some glorious opportunities for pictures.
Job 37:4 After it his voice roars; he thunders with his majestic voice and he does not restrain the lightnings when his voice is heard.