"come into the garden. . . the cloistered spot where golden lilies tinkled, thrushes sang, and every leaf breathed peace." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~
"I've always thought my flowers had souls. . . they seem like real people to me. I've seen the roses rubbing their cheeks together as if they loved eachother, and the forget-me-nots are little blue-eyed children, half afraid of rest." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~
Step two in my quilting escapade consisted in turning down the edges of each stem piece 1/4 in on each side and pressing. This was easily done during our bible/reading time in the morning. Now to begin the actual process of sewing! 
posted by Bethany | 1:15 PM
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