Friday, May 1, 2015

There was no more room after posting the cover of Louise Penny's new book and the link.  Her book is coming out in August of this year and may be pre-ordered.  I know there are some who enjoy reading her here on the board.

Spring is gradually coming to Southern Ontario, Canada.  When I drove into the city (Toronto) last Sunday as a guest speaker at the 40th Anniversary Luncheon of the Etobicoke Quilters Guild which I formed in 1975, I noticed how different the colours were as I drove southward.  We live on the Niagara Escarpment and as I drove down off the escarpment, I found the grass had turned green, about fifteen minutes south of us; our grass was still yellowish brown, the colour we live with from December to April, when the ground is not covered in white snow.  I wonder why snow is collectively white when a snowflake is crystal clear.  My search engine would tell me this curiosity, I must look it up.  I seem to be dragged out of mothballs for a speech every ten years.  It was a lovely experience and believe it or not, there were some very early members there; one hundred quilters attended.  Forty years has passed so quickly.  The space of one lifetime, when one gets older, passes by and with such intensity can I remember what it was like forming the second quilt guild in Canada at that time yet I am not remembering people's names, at times, without some challenges.  We are often too late, smart.  Youth thinks life will go on forever; it never occurs to us that we will grow old until one day, we do.  People say to me now:  you should do this or you should do that 'before it's too late' and I think, yes, but what I want to do may be different to what they want to do....Interesting how each of us, if we have a choice, grow  I refuse yet to consider myself 'old' although my age would belie this.
RoseyP in Canada


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