Today was filled with spring wildflowers--first found by my husband in the hills around us.
And secondly by me, pinning the final flowers on the quilt I've been working on since last fall. It's been a long slog, with moments of joy and moments of When Will I Ever Finish--kind of reminds me of teaching. I began quilting when I was twenty and pregnant with my first child. I wanted something that would stay done--as laundry, toilets, and dishes never did stay clean or done. I still have my first quilt--it's laughable--but I like having it around to show my progression as a quilter. I hand-stitched around a yellow Holly Hobbie print, and not knowing what to do with the knots, I left them on top. I've improved since then, coming to learn applique when I lived back in Washington DC as all the quilters there know how to do handwork, brining little baskets or bags of their handwork to meetings. So I learned.
Spring Break's over. Back to serious grading, the research paper, dealing with Mr. Plagiarism. But the flowers will await me in my brief moments of free time.
Three more days to go until March Madness is finished for another year.