Something very rare has happened: I unsewed the star of the Barn block. I knew the fabric wasn’t right when I appliqued it. But I am very short on blues in general. I even had to borrow (!) this one from my sister.
Well, I believe one tiny spot of mismatching fabric does not spoil a quilt as grand as this one. I could have left it as it was—but as it is, I didn’t. Have a look at the before-and-after pictures:
The next block involved five more stars—maybe that was the reason I finally gave up the blue with white dots. The flowery greyblue suits my style much better.
Another big theme these past days were trees. Conifers and broadleafs—as solitaires and forming little woods and avenues. I truely am very fond of trees. I like their different shapes and sizes—varying from species to species but also from one individual to another. I also like them because you can watch them grow—if you have patience enough.
Initially, our garden was inhabited by lots and lots of trees. But rather sadly, they were not well kept. We had several fruit trees—apples and a mirabelle—very old and fragile. We had thujas—crooked and often held in place with lots of green wire (which vexed me very much). And we had a very tall white fir—with a thin and dowdy top—and an oak tree with two trunks. They were both about fifty years old and must have been planted shortly after the erection of our house. A close friend then and tree specialist told us they were a threat to the house and recommended to fell them.
They were the first to go and all the others followed. Now our garden is treeless except for a mini avenue of four light green thujas and a flowering apple. Until now, none has reached a height that would make them deserve the name tree, but I am patient. Yet, I think our garden lacks one big tree. A place to hang some nesting boxes, the rustling of leaves in the wind and a natural spot of shadow on the lawn.
We will plant a peach tree this month, though. A very special one. But that is another story.