As much as I loathe running as a form of exercise, once I’m
out there in the cool winter air, birds flying overhead, smiling back at the
other enthusiasts passing me on the trail, I remember how gratifying it can
be. And then the beautiful little
secrets along the trail make themselves apparent, and I find myself stopping,
frequently, to snap shots of a billowing American flag, a young mother crossing
the prairie with her baby 150 years ago, an eagle landing regally on a naked
winter bough. Only getting off the
well-worn path gave me the views and angles I sought. As I hopped over gopher holes and small
ditches full of dried winter leaves and brush, a new trail was blazed, leading
me to this young mother. Who was
she? When did she live? Did she survive the prairie crossing? I studied her and her baby intently, her long
dark cloak draped over the both of them, guarding them from winter weather
perhaps. She lives captured in time atop
a solid foundation created just for her.
In other news, my very own True Colors by Anna Maria Horner
arrived today. With the holiday hangover
sales on Craftsy and Etsy, I couldn’t help but gift myself with a bodacious
addition to the stash. Seeing my kids go wild unfolding and refolding the fat quarter stash, just made my heart melt. I’ve only recently gotten turned on to Anna’s
lavish, folksy fabric designs. She has warmed
the winter up substantially, and this particular line is reminiscent of sunsets
where I grew up.
