The letter this week was written by a farmer's wife in Chautauqua County, New York. This farmer's wife gave a different perspective as she was a "town girl but I married a farmer to whom the country is the very breath of life. I have only to close my eyes and again in memory comes back those first lonely years. The long solitary days when for hours no sound broke the silence, save the hum of bees, the song of a bird, or the low of the cattle. Yet to me, with the blood of town bred in my very bones...in all these years, has come a love of country which surpasses all." While some of the letters before this one did not desire anything city life could offer them, this farmer's wife needed to shift gears to see what country life could offer her. She seems to have reached a happy medium as she ends her letter in this way: "The best of the city--its concerts, lectures, churches, and the newest of books and magazines, are within reach of all."
The two blocks this week did not require any templates. Thank goodness, as I seem to have fallen into a pattern of starting my blocks after 8 p.m. on Thursday night. Never my intention. I always mean to begin earlier in the week. And then the next thing I know it is Thursday night.
I didn't want to use the black of a locomotive, and the set of shot cottons doesn't have a "caboose red," so I used the closest I could find, kind of a deep reddish burgundy. And have you noticed that it's hard to find a caboose at the end of a train anymore? Sad...
I asked Mark for a color suggestion that wasn't silver or grey like the wrenches in his toolbox. He said to use a "greasy" color. Um, thanks...I ended up with a kind of bluish silvery grey (so it must be a new wrench!). This block is so simple in structure, yet it looks completely different when set on point compared to the straight setting. Either way, I really like it.
Carla's thoughts on this letter.
Have a lovely weekend.