Spring is Sprung
Spring is sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where
The birdies is
I've no idea whether this was original work on her part, or a well-known rhyme.
I picked up three quilts from the machinist earlier in the week and two of them are bound and shown here. The Louisiana block quilt is for a new little boy and reminds me of the "bluebells" or "grape hyacinths" I used to pick at the end of April when spring really had sprung.
Tula Pink book and the fabrics are mostly from a batik scrap bag that I bought from a vendor at last autumn's quilt show. I had a wonderful time piecing these blocks and arranging them, and am delighted with how it has turned out.
I've mentioned that the church where I work on weekday mornings rents its church school wing to a small school for autistic children. The school is having a major fund-raiser in about a month, and I told the director I would donate a baby quilt for their tombola table. Last time I counted, four of their teachers were expecting, so I think this quilt will find a good home and raise a little money for this wonderful school.
I hope to get the binding on the last quilt over the weekend.
And as for where the birdies is, all seven of our birdhouses are occupied and nest construction has ensued.