We had a photo shoot in support of the article with photographer extraordinaire Jon Gilbert Fox. Jon had a great idea—to include all of the folks from the book who live here in the Upper Valley.
Saturday morning started off misty and cloudy and not the kind of weather for an outdoor wedding.
But then the weather wizards of Vermont got together and cleared out the clouds, kept it pleasant temperature-wise, let a light breeze loose to keep the bugs at bay so by the time our beloved son, Jesse, and his radiant bride, Jessica, were ready to say their “I wills,” it was (quite literally) picture perfect.
We had a wonderful weekend staying at and eating the amazing food at Seyon Lodge State Park in Groton, Vermont. If you ever get the chance to stay there, you should be ready to accept at a moment’s notice. The staff could not be nicer, and did I remember to tell you that the food is amazing? Locally grown, locally sourced, well-prepared.
As anyone who has ever been part of planning a wedding will tell you, it’s a ton of work. But when I look at those smiles, I can tell myself again and again that it was all so worthwhile.
I was in Lebanon, NH on Saturday morning to represent the Parkinson’s Comfort Project, a nonprofit I founded in 2010 to bring the comfort of handmade quilts to people with Parkinson’s disease.
I arrived at 8:00 to set up. The doors opened at 8:30. I found a great home for my first quilt at 8:45.
All the quilts were gone by 9:30.
You should have heard the oohs and aahs from the folks who were just wowed by the beauty on display.
I was hugged. Folks made donations.
But the best part of all was wrapping the recipients in a quilt and taking their pictures.
Those that could smile, did, broadly.
Those that could not, because of muscle rigidity, were still so obviously tickled.
One gentleman was immediately enamored of a quilt with a patriotic theme made by my friend Marsha Biggs of Norwich,
Vermont. After I took his picture, he folded that quilt up like a flag and walked off as proud and please as he could be.
A woman named Olivia chose the beautiful yellow and turquoise quilt made by my friend Joanne Shapp. Olivia could not believe that anyone would give her such an incredible gift. When I explained that quilters need folks to need what they make (so we can buy more fabric), Olivia laughed and she was tickled to know that she was an aid to such a wonderful addiction.
She was one of the folks who wore their quilts all day, looking so content.
Here are pictures of some of the quilt recipients.
I have wanted to do this for such a long time, make a cover for the journals I use to write my books, the daily log I start every year on my birthday, and the others I use to keep track of the books I’ve read, the marketing I’ve done, etc. etc.
Yeah, a lot of writing going on over here.
So when a member of my quilt guild was ready to share a pattern for these great journal covers, I was there!
There were about 20 of us at a workshop last Friday night, sewing machines at the ready, fabric in hand, and we were off.
Part of the technique we used will be familiar to folks who quilt because it’s flip-and-sew. Each cover has a layer of Peltex 70 inside to keep it sturdy, and the lining can be that fabric that you wish you’d never added to your stash.
This cover was done from start to finish in just over two hours.
So much fun.
More to come, that’s for sure.
This month, Upper Valley Life magazine published a nice piece on our favorite town in the Green Mountain state.
This image is one of two pages about The Road Unsalted. The article was written by Kim Gifford and photographed by Jon Gilbert Fox.
I have to admit I wasn’t quite sure what Jon had in mind when he first described his idea for the photograph. But I’ve worked with Jon before and I know he’s got great instincts so I called the folks who are in The Road Unsalted and asked if they could come for a photo shoot.
They were so good, taking time from their busy days, to make this happen.
They are, from left to right, Nancy Graham who made the quilt that’s on the cover of my book; my husband Jay who’s a talented woodworker; Jay is holding our cocker spaniel Goldie who is the inspiration for Nearly Wolfe; Carrie Fradkin who’s a terrific mosaic artist; Joanne Lendaro who’s a long arm quilter among other talents, and Jeff Sass, our metal sculptor friend who lives up the hill.
Remember in the movie, The Wizard of Oz, when the Cowardly Lion sings his introductory verses in “If I Only Had the Nerve”? One of my favorite lines is when he describes himself as “just a dandy lion.”
I’ve always loved dandelions. Unlike some lawn freaks, I welcome them in my grass (though I have to admit they get evicted from the flower and veggie beds during the summer).
And it’s a standing joke around here that I refuse to mow the lawn (my very least favorite warm season chore) until we can’t find our little Goldie among the dandelions.
But I was reminded the other day about another good reason not to cut these cheery yellow blooms in early spring. They are an important food source for bees as they emerge from their hives.
Dandelions are only one of the plants I welcome in the lawn. I now have grape hyacinth, three different colors of violet, a wild leek (that we hope will spread everywhere), wild strawberries, and creeping Charlie. Plus, I just put in my first ajuga which, judging by my sister’s experience, will soon spread everywhere.
So how do I get the grass not to grow among them?