One of my earliest memories is of snuggling into my mother’s handmade quilt. It was a giant Texas Star made in muted earthy tones and it smelled just like her, warm sunshine and good dark earth.
We were homesteaders then, living in a little farm house in Oklahoma and I wanted nothing more than to be just like her when I grew up. To have a little farm with a huge garden, lots of land, a good nanny goat, and lots of warm, snuggly, handmade quilts.