I have become very interested in the edge of the roads I go past. I noticed the other day that directly beneath the golden grassy seed heads on the grasses growing on the road verges there is an almost lime green flash of pale stems. That color layering is fascinating to me - the flashes of pale sharp green beneath the golden grain. I have been pondering how to make a series of small quilts with some of the roadside vignettes I am seeing every day as I drive back and forth to hospital to watch over my brother.
I think I might try digging out my sketch book to capture my ideas before they fade away (as so many do:). If I finish my small quilt-lets in the 'potholder quilt' style of the Civil War era, I can arrange them into a larger work when I am done making small ones.
Meanwhile, my brother is getting worse in some ways and better in others. He is back on the ventilator and being fed by stomach tube. His lung functions are improving. Time will tell.
I salute Watching Guy every day, coming and going.