I like to work in the quiet. And this day, I seemed to like it more. A somber day of remembrance. I worked on a customer's quilt which is white/purple and green. It has a lot of white and she wanted feathers in all open, white areas. For some reason it felt good to lay down those feathers on the white fabric using white thread. Someone recently told me that quilted feathers reminded them of angel's wings. Maybe today the feathers were angel's wings. There were hundreds and hundreds more to go. She has two identical quilts for me to do........ It's no longer quiet, I can hear my son and his friend running and laughing in the front yard. That is nice. They are young and innocent. Soon, we will leave to see some of my older son's game, then off to a practice, home, supper, home-work and bed. We are lucky to have the freedom to do all the things we love.