What snake quilt?

On occasion, when we are chatting about quilts, Mom will ask me if I know what happened to Adam's Snake Quilt. She will remind me it is one of the favorite quilts she ever made, and it is on the back of her book Miss Jump's Favorites (click the link and you can see more projects from the book on the Homespun Peddler's website).

 It is an amazing quilt. 

I have always been reluctant to ask Adam what became of the quilt, so I would remind Mom that Adam has moved numerous times in Atlanta and in Nashville, and that he even left my Stearns & Foster mattress at one of the addresses. I really had no idea what became of her quilt. 

Adam and Mary Elizabeth are in the process of moving back into Atlanta, so after they left with a load of household goods yesterday I started cleaning up.

I was getting some fresh linens out of the hall closet when I spied some crazy fabric up on the top shelf.

Well I'll be darned!

 Adam has kept the quilt quite safe all these years. It is wonderful to know he loves it and it is safe.  

I can hardly wait for Mom to read my blog today. 

Happy Mother's Day!

Love you Mom.

I will be home to see you (and Dad) in June.

(Photo of a photo taken in Germany.  I was about three.)

And here are my three, since Mother's Day is about celebrating being a mother as much as having one.

Eron asked me what I wanted for Mother's Day, so I asked him to please come play Frisbee with me.  It is so hard to find someone to fling a disk with when you are over 50.

(I stole this shot from his Facebook page)

Here is Eron in a swimming pool.

Maybe Andy will join us.

(My favorite shot of Andy.  Also stolen from his Facebook page.)

I hope to see Adam too.

(This is Adam in a hammock on my patio last weekend with his Arlo.)

Random Stuff

I bought Mother this one-of-a-kind silver thimble for her birthday when I was at the East Cobb Show. Mom doesn't yet have it; I am putting it in the mail today. I love it, so I hope she does too.
I finished putting the 1/2 inch hexagons on my "Farm" bag sides. I am thinking denim from old jeans for the sides and bottom and my middle son's karate belt, from when he was about 7 or 8 years old, for the handles. And perhaps the red chick fabric for the lining.

I am having a difficult time being motivated to do anything. It seems like I was getting too happy; having too easy a time, so I got a karmic smack down this week. My youngest son is in trouble.. I am going on Tuesday to see what I can do for him. It is so distracting to have your children in trouble. Everything slows down, inertia pulls at me.
But the oldest son got a wonderful gift in his life this week. When I think of that, I remember to feel better. Eron delivered a baby at work. He, Eron not the baby, is a paramedic. He says the woman was in labor when they got to her home. They loaded her onto a gurney, drove away, and he delivered the little baby boy as the ambulance was rolling. I couldn't be more proud of Eron for being the man he is. I believe son number three will find his way. He is an equally amazing young man (they all three are), but I hurt for the challenge he has in his way now.

(Oh, one more thing, if you scroll to the bottom of this page, you will see how many different countries have at least one person who has clicked on this blog. I am amazed at the list.)