Ahh....grandmother's gardens. One can smell the flowers, feel the gentle breeze lifting delicate petals as a butterfly gently whispers by.... And a fine bit of quilting it was until the tri-color spotted a squirrel in the apple tree above and sheer pandemonium commenced. Needles were tossed, thread was unstrung and what joy....who could ever guess that a quilt stretched on a frame could make such a grand trampoline? Original 4 x 6 gallery-wrapped mini painting in a private collection.
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