Violets for my Mom, and off to Melbourne

Today is April 14, my mother’s birthday. She would have been 77 today. I always picked her violets in the springtime, and they became a kind of symbol for the love between us. She has been gone more than two years now, and I think about – and miss her – every day. Today, I am on my way to Australia to teach at the Australasian Quilt Convention in Melbourne. I have a feeling that if my mother were alive today, she’d have been sitting in the seat next to me!

I’ll be attempting to blog from Australia (wifi willing!), and will try to show you some of the convention, and of Melbourne. I hope you’ll come along!