I haven't read Shakespeare since a required senior high school English class. I doubt I will soon again. But it seems appropriate to borrow a well-known line from his writing, "Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow."
Yes, 'tis my last composite of Round Three, and, sad to say, my last composite for such a talented group of quilters. I've told Alice that if the group moves on, I'm not going to move on with you. I have written a church history book that is in the last stages of production, and it's going to demand a great deal of attention, so time marches on. Parting is such sweet sadness but on to new adventures.
There is no special arrangement this time; they just sort of fell into place, squares, verticals, horizontals, and one dark background--done.
The heart in the sewing machine says it all. You are doing what you love, what your soul needs. Keep it up; it is a gift.
The flowers in the background are called fire-wheel or Indian blanket or Sundance or Gaillardia pulchella. Native to North America. We have a yard full of them in the late spring.
One last note of farewell. The tag in the lower right corner is my way of saying other doors are open to new adventures. Walk through them. That huge iron art door is on the campus of McLennan Community College at the former Art Center.
Thank you for allowing me to be a part of the Material Mavens. I've considered it a rich blessing.
Randy
