The return of the lions

THE QUEST: Where this all started...

on THE WALL

Not what is not there and yet not what is there now but what is coming. a haiku. by Jan in Nagasaki

A Crazy Quilt

They do not make them any more,
For quilts are cheaper at the store
Than woman's labor, though a wife
Men think the cheapest thing in life.

But now and then a quilt is spread
Upon a quaint old walnut bed,
A crazy quilt of those old days
That I am old enough to praise.

Some old woman sewed these points and square
Into a pattern like life's cares.
Here is a velvet that was strong,
The poplin that she wore so long,
A fragment from her daughter's dress
Like her, a vanished loveliness;
Old patches of such things as these,
Old garments and old memories.

And what is life? A crazy quilt;
Sorrow and joy, and grace and guilt,
With here and there a square of blue
For some old happiness we knew;
And so the hand of time will take
The fragments of our lives and make,
Out of life's remnants, as they fall,
A thing of beauty, after all.

Douglas Malloch

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March 16, 2013

The return of the lions

March came in like a lion. Then it seemed like spring, but it is still very much winter. Snowed again today. Winter has been a bit of a beast this year.

I am just looking back over the lion quilt. I always liked the orange one, the tamer of fireflies. And I have a few more lions to add.

This one was really the first "spirit cloth" . I remember it well. So much started here . Someone offered to buy this one. I can't let it go. I should document this one properly. Take better photos. I am better at that now.

Signed