I've had my eye on this last rose of summer for weeks now. I'm certain a single rose has never grown so tall on a rose bush. I hobbled out to the back yard and picked it today because the weather man tells us it will be in the teens tonight.
I picked the roses to honor my Mom, as a way to bring attention to her presence today.
Because, today, I'm visiting Dr. K. and I hope he'll tell me I can walk without the aid of a walker, crutches, or the knee scooter. I'm sure my Mom would be whispering to the Dr. that it's high time I get up and move around instead of spending so much time doing nothing.
It seems timely that I would've finished a 25 year quilt project just yesterday! The pattern, double wedding ring, seemed to be one of Mom's favorites. I know her Mom made lots of them - it was the best way to use up little scraps of fabric.
I found these pictures of two quilts that we found in her stash:
I think Grandma Hoene made this wedding ring crib size quilt. It's quite tattered and torn, but it warmed the little bodies of several Kopczynski toddlers. I remember it being in the crib in Mom and Dad's bedroom. I treasure it because of all the love put into it and the utilitarian way Mom used it....no saving this one in the closet.
Pictures on the piano, January, 2006. I have the big group picture from the Golden Wedding hanging in my stairwell going down to the basement.
This little scene in the basement quilting room always tickled me. A sign taped over the heating control, in Dad's handwriting, "Don't turn up the Heat." Mom found another place to stick her quilting needles. The blue sticky note has the cable equivalent of the TV Channels. Someday we'll consider the wall hung land line phone an antique!