The squares of my quilt tell a story. The purple tells about the way I can say so much with just a finger. When I look at purple I think of flowers and grapes and fruit roll-ups. All with no words said. The nature lover that I am, the flowers then the blue represent a sunny day. To me, the best kind of day. As a kind loving big brother, the pink is my talkative, wonderful sister. That is the story of my quilt.
