I posted the last week about craving color. A trip to Yoder, KS, provided that.
To begin with, I saw YELLOW daffodils and YELLOW forsythia beginning to bloom.
A friend and I went there for the Parade of Quilts, an annual event during which handiwork of local residents is displayed in several of the town's businesses. Now, that dished up lots of color!
|Debbie and granddaugher Zoie|
|Zoie and me|
|My indulgence: blackberry cream pie|
It's always fun to visit this Amish community, though it being a weekday, we didn't see any horses and buggies. Usually I go on a Saturday, which is the day families go to town to shop. I've always been intrigued with the Amish way of life, its simplicity, devotion to family life, strong faith, hard work, superior craftsmanship, dedication to basics. I've written before about this fascination, and I always come away from there re-inspired. I'm ready to dig out old sewing projects and start new ones; to go through photo files and scrapbook memories.
I even want to spring-clean—shock.
In the past few days, spring has been popping out all around. Trees that were nothing but bare twigs last week are graced with delicate green fringe. Grass is greening—and growing (is that a mower being tuned up?). Charlie had the rototiller out in the garden this morning and has gone to the nursery for seeds and seed potatoes.
|Green forcing its way up through the dead remains of last year's perennials|
The piece de resistance is this:
|Barely above the ground, this tiny hyacinth sensed the urgency to bloom and provide a bit of color to its drab surroundings.|