Tonight, my thoughts turn to the four seasons, much celebrated in song, in verse, and in toile de Juoy fabrics. At the present moment, I’m recalling the words of a song called, “The Circle Game,” that states that we are “captives on the carousel of time.”
The seasons go too quickly, although one can’t truthfully say that when we are shivering in the dead of winter, or sweltering in the heat of summer, or swatting gnats in the springtime. So far, I’ve never found any fault with autumn, and that is a good thing and probably why it is my favorite season. I’ve put together some photos for you so that you, too, can experience the change of seasons in New England, if only in this manner.
The old mill brook in back of our house that formerly was used to run a mill next door that dyed cloth blue for the wool uniforms of Union soldiers during the Civil War.
Beautiful lupines that grow in the Sugar Hill, NH area, site of the annual Lupine Festival in the spring.
Charlotte Croft’s Log Cabin quilt set up in the sun, ready to quilt in summer.
Once a year, God gets out his paintbrush to color the trees in New England. What do you think of the azure blue water captured by Jim’s camera?
There you have it. As songwriter Joni Mitchell said … The seasons do go round and round, the ponies do go up and down, and we are, indeed, “captives on the carousel of time.”
Patricia Cummings, http://www.quiltersmuse.com
