Monday, November 1, 2010

To Everything There Is A Season

These are the Autumn Purple Ash trees in front of our house, as they looked a couple weeks ago. Their peak fall color is short lived, so I‘m glad we managed to capture it. Just a few days after these pictures were taken, the blustery weather left them with nary a leaf.

There’s been a flurry of change and emotion within our home, as well. Both our sons moved out of the house this fall and I’m struggling with an“empty nest.” For those who’ve not experienced this firsthand, it may be hard to appreciate the distinction between kids who live at college 9 months of the year and those who move away from home permanently. Trust me, it's different.

I asked a friend how she’s coped with her four kids leaving home. She replied that all we can do is hope our fledgling children are happy, safe, and doing well (they are). Anything else is my problem (yep). I’ve actually seen both boys since they moved and can report that I didn’t need nearly as much Kleenex when saying goodbye the second time around.

What’s been adding to the upheaval is that we’re simultaneously transitioning my senior parents from their home of forty years into supervised care. Dad’s dementia and Mom’s tenuous health make it impossible for them to live on their own anymore. Dad moved into an assisted living facility near my brother’s family in Ohio, and seems to be adjusting well to his new surroundings and routine. Mom, on the other hand, keeps bouncing between hospital and rehab, while fighting a nasty infection. She can’t make the move under her current circumstances, and I fear she never will.

So, in an effort to keep this space moderately quilt related (and take my mind off the above for awhile), here’s an autumn inspired quilt I made in the late 1990’s. The anvil blocks measure 8” and when set on point, strippy style, make a handsome quilt.

It was custom machine quilted by a gal who has since sold her machine and retired to Arizona (to take up golf). Boy, do I miss her! Passing a quilt to Robyn was always a pleasure, trusting that whatever design she chose would be perfect for the quilt.

Can you see the feathered wreath she fit inside each block?

Quilt lore has it that many antique quilts were made with dark fabrics to hide dirt and stains between infrequent launderings. I make mine that way just because I like the way they look.


  1. Been there and done that with kids and parents. Guess that is why they call us the "sandwich generation". Parenting takes on a differnt meaning at this stage.

    Love your pretty quilt blocks.

  2. Both of my kids moved out around the time as we were helping my parents move to assisted living so I know what you're going through. On the way home from helping my daughter move into her first place my husband stopped at a bicycle shop and said, "We're getting bikes." I think he was afraid of being alone with me! We've been riding ever since.

  3. Hugs and blessings to you during this time of transitions ... so many of us have been there/done that or are doing it now. Sandwich generation indeed.

  4. That quilt is beautiful! Equally stunning are the trees. Thank you for the visual candy today. :)

  5. I must admit that I did not suffer in the slightest when my nest went empty *s* But I do understand that emotions involved can be very strong. I try to always remind myself to take special joy in watching my girl make her way in the world. Most times she finds success, sometimes she stumbles, but always she makes us proud!

  6. This sounds like a very difficult bunch of adjusting you all have had to do. I hope your mom recovers well enough to go to the assisted living place. My MIL is in one but she's in relatively good health despite her 91 years, still quite independent, thankfully.

    We've had two birds fly the nest but one came back, and the third is about to go off. I'm enjoying the bounce back of only son...and am really going to miss #2 daughter when she moves out in January!

  7. your Purple Ash trees are even prettier than the Bradford Pear and Maple trees that I have seen this year.
    I hope your mom is getting better and I'm glad your dad is adjusting well.