I was walking around the back forty for a breath of very brisk fall air. Our little garden at this time of year is a maze of tall brown weeds, weak vines from tomatoes and lovely green ground ivy. In one disused large washtub where the patty pan squash resided this past summer was a glorious array of clover. Pretty little clover leaves all clumped together and oddly enough, a bloom or two. Such a sweet sight I was thrilled to see!
I stood there gazing and a song ran through my head- I bet you've heard it "I'm looking over a 4 leaf clover that I overlooked before . . ." And so, the melody ran through my mind even though I couldn't remember the lyrics. Max, my Sheltie arrived at my heels when he heard me in my raspy voice humming. While surveying the clover I was overjoyed to find not one but two 4 leaf clovers!
I am not good with statistics or actually, math in general - which explains a lot about my quilt making skills I think. That is to say I am fair to middlin' when it comes to most things but I am the type of person who sees the big picture, the finished results. I let the details sort themselves out as I go. It would be so much nicer if I could wrap my mind around the itty bitty fractions better. I seem to have to re invent the wheel each time I work on a new pattern. It doesn't help to remind me to follow the directions - too much of that math. I look at the pictures and start from there. My brain works that way and I reckon that is part of my peculiar personality. My tops are never quite squared or even. My family looks at each as a masterpiece, their love is so grand and forgiving.
Still, that clover. Now THAT is a masterpiece. I kept one for me and kept one to share with you. Because enough though I am not good with cyphering or statistics and such, I know each one of my precious ones here are one in a million.
Thinking of my sweet friends with much affection. When life slows down somewhat more or when I am able to steal another brief afternoon, I'll be back. All your emails touch my heart more than you can ever imagine. Friendship is the best gift you can give to someone and keep.
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