Mary’s Monday Musings to Quilt Encouragement Trust   Our society is based on trust more than we sometimes notice. Recently driving down an interstate that had overpasses over the highways and bridges over bodies of water, I reflected on the fact that when I am driving on top of the highway, I only see the

Mary’s Monday Musings to Quilt Encouragement Clark, a Good Dog   Clark is a beautiful white Pyrenees dog. His impressive size is balanced by his equally large gentleness. He has a large job, too, which he performs with loud diligence.  He guards the family’s goats from roving coyotes. His faithfulness to duty makes it necessary

Mary’s Monday Musings to Quilt Encouragement Baby Eyes Don’t you wonder what is going on in the mind of a tiny baby when they fasten their wide-eyed stare on you? I think there’s a lot more than we realize going on in that little brain. Those tiny little ones develop so fast. How quickly they

Mary’s Monday Musings to Quilt Encouragement Companionship   Somewhere in the heart of every young man, the spirit of adventure is alive and well. Put a couple of cousins together, and it’s likely to create some outward expression. First one and then two managed to scale these tall pier posts still standing long after the

Mary’s Monday Musings to Quilt Encouragement Tiny Fingers Tiny fingers and toes, wrinkled brows, protesting cries. The sight of a newborn baby fills us with awe. The majority of births result in a perfect little being with all systems fully functioning. A tiny newborn makes our heart overflow with joy. The smiling, beaming mama has

Mary’s Monday Musings to Quilt Encouragement A Precious Gift In between snow storms, we drove to New Jersey for the funeral of my sister-in-law. She was as dear as a sister to me. Because of the distance from Virginia to New Jersey, our telephone calls had to suffice much of the time. I shall miss

Mary’s Monday Musings to Quilt Encouragment Hoops We gaped opened mouthed at our granddaughter’s skill. We remembered swirling a hula hoop around our middles when we were children. We thought we did well when we kept it up and whirling in place until we were ready to stop. But never in our imaginations did we

Mary’s Monday Musings to Quilt Encouragement Loss   The dash up I-95 became a crawl. All four lanes going our direction closed as the result of a high-speed chase. In spite of the delays and the concerns about arriving too late, we reached the New Jersey hospice in time to say our goodbyes to a