I have a tiny little start on the antique reproduction piece, Frances Pool - 1832.
I'm really liking the floss selection thus far on this sampler.
While stitching those purple and blue berries I had a thought.
Don't you love it
how your mind just goes somewhere else
when you stitch?
Is this just me?
While stitching those purple berries,
I decided that they must be mulberries.
A bird will get stitched upon that twig of mulberries...
Those little X's of mulberry purple and blue
reminded me of our young little family,
several years ago,
dating back to when the dh was a student at Iowa State University.
Our young little family
lived in married student housing
that sat on the outskirts of campus,
near a pasture
where the horses were kept,
just a hop and a skip from the horse barns
on campus.
Yes, there are horse barns on campus..
ISU is well known for it's
agriculture
and vet med studies.
On summer evenings,
Erin would hop onto her white Huffy bicycle,
with the purple banana seat and white wicker basket,
and
little brother Matthew would be on his
Big Wheel...
legs going just as fast as can be,
to keep up,
I must add.
Click, click, click...
remember the sounds those Big Wheels made?
Mom and Dad would be on foot
and
we'd go for a
walk/ride to the feed the horses.
It was decided upon
by the kids
that horses eat carrots,
so that is what they fed them!
After the horses were stuffed of carrots,
(dear lord, I'm hoping those horses weren't any big part of any research study...)
we would head east to a bike path
that ran through a fairly heavily wooded area.
Trees hung over both sides of the path,
it always felt 20 degrees cooler upon entering the path.
The area was brimming with birds,
lots and lots of cardinals
and
mulberry trees.
If we were lucky enough to beat the birds to the mulberries,
we'd each pick a handful
and
put them in Erin's little white bicycle basket
and
head home to enjoy a treat of
sugared mulberries and ice cream...
yummy!
That was 25 plus years ago,
I had forgotten about those
mulberry
and
ice cream days,
until
I put those X's onto my linen.
The thought of those days
brought a smile to my face...
Thank you
Frances Pool.
Digging out from yesterdays blizzard,
Brenda