Sewed points and squares form a pattern like life’s cares—old garments, old memories—and what is life? A crazy quilt, sorrow, joy, grace and guilt, a scrap of silk, a piece of velvet, a length of ribbon, a square of scarlet, here and there an edge o’ lace to enhance the commonplace, and so the hand of time will take fragments of our lives and make out of life’s remnants in patterns fall, to make out of our life a thing of beauty after all.
Douglas Malloch