Oats

They grew quickly and quietly adjacent to the garage between the fences. Growing tall from seeds blown across the road. They were ignored until they ripened into glorious autumn splendor. Each seed head had an earthly palette all its own. From ordinary seeds come breads that feed the world and, of course, oatmeal cookies. Since I started quilting in 2011 I have only 1 submission. Quilt will be finished touring with Redirecting the Ordinary on November 12, 2016