A brand new quilter, yes I stepped off the page of lacemaking in to gigantic waves of quilted material with foaming sparkling white horses gallopping past me on their race across the ocean. Big herring gulls with appliqued eyes and strong wings soar over my head, the wind quilted by hand once soft and gentle on my face now rough and ready.
I look up gratefully to see a little log cabin, the first of many, its red centre and new pink logs beginning to take on shape. I'm learning the colours of refracted light, infrared and ultra violet have taken first place in my memory, now to remember the others.
almond blossom will stay and share centre place with this new perfume.