New York FOODY!

I know you wanted a "New York Beauty"
But I have created this "New York FOODY"
Banans and lemons by the score;
Fresh watermelon from the store,
Cucumbers and berries, both purple and blue;
Peppers and carrots are in there too.
I had fun as you requested
Though at times my patience was tested.
I hope you like this slice of New York
Because this poem makes me sound like a dork.

 -WarpedHooker

Look what came in the mail today!!!! A beautiful New York Foody quilt.  It was made for me by Warped Hooker as part of the MAQS 5 Swap on Craftster.  You have to check out the gallery for more amazing quilts, but none as cool as mine. 

 I love this section with the cucumbers and blueberries.  Near the top of the picture you can see WH's beautiful hand quilting. 

 And look at those raspberries...  a food fireworks display.  You can see the striped binding.  It encases some sort of hoop that holds the whole thing in shape. 

Here is the whole thing again on my table in my living room.  It makes me happy to look at it.  Thank you so much WH!!!!!


*Spud 3 wasn't going to let me open the package because I haven't shipped finished the one I am making for her.  But he relented when I showed him the note from WH that said she couldn't wait to see if I liked it. 
** Poem accompanied the quilt! 

Niwot Ridge V

Above and below me is blue.

forget-me-nots live with their roots in the ice.

I asked the lichens if the rocks were old,

Around and around they said they were.

Niwot Ridge IV

IV.

When I follow the road to the top of the ridge,

I have to climb through a narrow gulch

Where snow collects and rarely melts before the end of June.

Some people call it the trough.

Jacob's ladders grow there.

Some people call them skunk weed.

Niwot Ridge III

III.

I drink water from the stream above the road,

Get it in my special cup

That is white and blue with flowers on the side.

Eric made the dent in the bottom but I can't complain,

He washed it out in the lake for me when I was too tired.

It was night and the moon was next to Mars.

I think of the sky when I use my cup.

Niwot Ridge II

Hummingbirds dart around my head.

I told them I am not a flower,

But they insist on buzzing by

To see if my sweatshirt tastes like nectar

Niwot Ridge I

Early in the morning, I pick marsh marigolds in the wet meadow.

I find them between the streams that run through the grass.

A mule deer hides her nose close to the ground.

I wonder if she is looking for shooting stars

That fell here the night before.