Hope

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.

Emily Dickinson

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.
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Block #42 : Three Squares
I made a mistake, so I added border to make a 12.5 inch block.

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Block #45: 5 of Diamonds

 

This might become another quilt project. 😉