For the Birds

The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
Are the days that she brings,
With her dusky wings,
And her bosom snowy white!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, American poet (1807-1882), in "Hyperion" (1839)

The conclusion of today's quilting class coincided with the last stitch in the swallows that swoop across the quilt's background. Judging by the number of birds that fill the 'sky', the quilt should emanate happiness and good fortune. I hope both stay with me as I move on to quilt the borders and sew the binding. The end draws near. Stay tuned. ;-)