Morning Reflections

I am sitting on our dock on Whitney Lake. It is early in the morning and there are 3 geese that are providing some entertainment. Their bantering to and fro reminds me of when the kids were little. Three was never a good number. Whenever there were 3 friends together playing, usually one ended up going home with hurt feelings. I was never a good mother when it came to managing social interactions.



2 of the 3 geese with their refelction

What I find amazing is that I am indeed sitting on the dock writing this blog post and uploading my photos. Technology is so wonderful sometimes. But there is no internet, so this will be uploaded in when I get a chance to go to the library in town.  We came up to the mountains for some R&R and to open the house for the summer. I also had a talk nearby (relatively speaking) to the Warwick Valley Quilters Guild. I was so impressed with their big hearts and how much they cared about their members. One member had died and a member’s friend was recently diagnosed with leukemia. There were moments when even I got choked up listening to the plans for healing and grieving. Way to go ladies!
Thanks to the geese, the lake is very noisy this morning. I know they are talking to each other, but what are they saying? I guess an animal behaviorist would know, but I can only make something up. “Should we summer here this year?” “Why can’t we all just get along?” or “What’s for breakfast – Look at that cute little dog. She might be yummy!” They better not come near my Bailey or we may be having pate for dinner! (Just kidding.)

We have had a summer house on Whitney Lake for 22 years. It has been a wonderful; place to spend the summers with my sons. They get to a certain age and then there are other things to do and we have not spent nearly enough time here for the past 10 years. I’m hoping this summer will be different.

Over the years, I often look at the reflections of the trees in the water with a quilter’s eye. It is amazing how clear they can be at times, like looking in a mirror. And when the wind gently blows the water, the reflection is distorted. So many times I have thought about how to interpret the reflection in fabric. It definitely would be so challenging. I admire Melinda Bula, who has done this with her quilt of Monterey Bay in a magnificent way. I think that is why this is one of my most favorite quilts.

It is time to stop blathering on. What a great way to procrastinate. Now, it’s time for me to strip the beds, wash all the bedding and get ready for summer.