Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
This is one of my favorite poems.
It came to mind as I made two blocks from Lucinda Ganderton’s book, Block a Day.
I decided to use some of the pretty bird fabric that I purchased on a whim.
Block #42 : Three Squares
I made a mistake, so I added border to make a 12.5 inch block.
Block #45: 5 of Diamonds
This might become another quilt project. 😉