Leaves of Lothlorien

I know I’m biased, but being born and raised in the Midwest, when the leaves on the trees begin to turn glorious colors, I wax sentimental. That crisp air with just a hint of leaves burning or bon fire nights means apple cider, caramel apples, and leaves crunching under my feet. It also means football Friday nights, victory parties, or pizza at Marion’s to console a loss. Funny how looking at a huge, glowing red or orange Maple can transport me through time.

Over the past couple of years, I’ve made a number of “autumn” quilts, which I bring out the middle of September and leave up until the week before Christmas.  The fact that these colors and textures can evoke such strong memories of my childhood is amazing. Art, including music, painting, quilting, and a myriad of other mediums, makes all of our lives more beautiful.

Below is ‘Leaves of Lothlorien’ an unabashed nod to J.R.R. Tolkien, and was my first attempt at just winging it in the quilting. I was trying to depict wind with leaves swirling above and around me.  

Beth