Happy Monday! It’s Sandy logging in from the farm….
Hurray, hurray, the change of season has officially begun: welcome to the months that create the “anticipation of spring”. My childhood friend –who also taught me how to quilt– gave me this name for the time leading up to “real spring”. (I have missed her greatly during this time of Covid. The last time I saw her was in July when we had a socially distanced happy hour at her lovely home.)
I have never asked my friend for the exact dates of the season now known, thanks to her, as the “anticipation of spring”. But today I am hereby proclaiming this official season to run from February 1 – April 1 in honor of my Kindergarten-12 chum, Donny Osmond loving competition, my excellent (and patient!) quilting instructor, and my home décor & landscaping idol! So it shall be.
The dark days of January will fade into memory just a few minutes more each day. I know that there will be snowstorms and drifts to deal with all through February and March and April too, but in my soul, I know that the cold weather won’t last. And that knowledge makes my steps a little bit lighter.
When my son was small we used “the anticipation of spring” season (before we had an official name for it) to design and plan a Spring cake. We made a specially decorated cake to create and eat on the first day of Spring. Although he is in college now, I feel so hopeful today, that I do believe I’ll start planning a surprise spring cake for him to keep the tradition alive. (Alas, as a complicating factor, he has become a vegan…a bit challenging for the baker in me. Does anyone have a great vegan cake recipe to share?)
I realized that I neglected to share the finished Canada quilts for the granddaughters of my dear friend. They finally arrived at their destination a few days after Christmas. I took the quilts to the farm for a few pictures before mailing. These were created using a modified version of Cindy’s Garden Gate Charm quilt (the most popular pattern on our blog). I adore these happy, bright colors! The fabric inspiration is Fiddle Dee Dee by My Sister and Me, supplemented with my scrap squares.scraps from my stash.
Here’s hoping that you have a happy anticipation of spring season!
I love gardening. I can’t say that I have a green thumb, but I do love to be covered in dirt with my hands in the warm soil and the sun in my eyes. Let me tell you a little garden story.
About 12 years ago, I was forced asked to attend a committee meeting designed to develop eco-friendly initiatives for the college where I worked. At that meeting I met my now dear friend Barb when we both grabbed chairs at the table that had the words “community garden” as the centerpiece. The rest, you might say, is history.
Barb and I became fast friends and together we willed the Alfred Community Garden into existence. She and I spent 10 years digging, designing, haranguing, wheedling, planting, fertilizing, fund-raising, recruiting, and teaching about gardening, self-sufficiency, frugality, sustainability, and community service while the garden grew and grew and grew. Honestly, my friendship with her and that garden were the highlights of my former job.
But then my dear friend retired, and after one lonely year, I left the college too. My next (now current) job put me on the road and I started traveling for work (safely working from home now, no worries). Barb and I enjoyed post-college lunches a few times, but not often enough. And we all know what happened in 2020. I have missed her greatly now for two years.
In the background, I have been thinking a lot about my friend and our garden and the legacy that we built for Alfred to enjoy. And so I started making a quilt. I know that green is Barb’s favorite color, so you know what I did…I pulled out my 1.5″ postage stamps and got to work.
Right after Christmas I finished the Alfred Community Garden quilt. Last weekend I got the briefest of glimpses of my friend when we met in a parking lot and I gave her the quilt. I was so happy to see her face. I cannot wait for a summer day when we can eat ripe, juicy tomatoes fresh- picked from the vine in the beautiful, bountiful garden that we made.