My quilt is coming together beautifully and has me dreaming of picnics.
In the meantime, sewing these little town scenes (from the Summersville Leaf collection) keeps making me think of the lines of the e.e. cummings poem "anyone lived in a pretty how town".
Do you remember that one? We learned it in school, and I'm not sure I understand it now any better than I did then, but I love the way it sounds and the nursery rhyme quality of phrases like:
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
and
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew.
In any case, it has me happily rhyming along as I sew.
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