Granny's quilt at sunset.
A quilt is a lasting gift.
This one was from my husband's little granny or "momo" as he called her.
It's a simple nine-patch, all scrappy, just like I like 'em.
This has been ours for around twenty years now. It has gone on many trips with us, after first serving as my son's bedspread for years. It has seen the Smoky Mountains, the beaches at the Gulf of Mexico as well as the shores of Lake Superior and Lake Michigan...
Tonight I had no idea there'd been an eclipse, and I didn't spot it. But this picture of beauty didn't get past me. I called out to my husband on the way out the door with my camera, and told him to come take a look at how nice his granny's quilt looked against the sunset sky.
This brought up a most pleasant conversation about the good memories he had of her, especially of her cooking and making his most favorite things in her little kitchen.
I must be sure to make some quilts to pass on to my babies and theirs.
They last, just like the memories do...