Now February, a day after a buff blanket of snow fell on the Northern Colorado foothills, I remember birthdays past and that my celebration time has always been in winter. I was a February baby, born in Chicago where surely my parents didn’t venture far those days and months after my birth. The cold can be paralyzing, mood-defying and downright glum. But it can also be bright and beautiful, calm and quiet, full of rest in preparation for the seasonal jump to spring. It is a time of sport in the mountains, fireside chats, home almost certainly after dark, stew and wine, hot tea, quilts and unshaven legs. Winter has become my friend and utterly necessary to restore and charge energies for the future.
“Pleasure” was my first quilt finish of 2018. This work was particularly pleasurable after many months away from quilting. A simple grid of squares in multiple shades of pink and green, machine and hand quilted.