My House Quilt - Tree House

This is a block from my House Block Bee Quilt - a cheery quilt that hangs in my classroom.

I participated in the on-line House Block Bee with eleven other quilters. We were each assigned a month by our queen bee. Before the first of my assigned month, I mailed out fabrics to the others to be used to make a house block for me. I purchased the blue fabric for the sky and the green fabric for the grass. I sent each person a couple of owls and a couple of children to be included in their block. Then I looked through my stash and included scraps to be used for houses, trees, etc. Each quilter could also add their own fabric, if they wished.

Now, there are risks to being in an on-line bee.  I should have received eleven blocks and only received nine.  (Another block arrived very late, after I had already finished the quilt.)  Despite the fact that I had to make three of the blocks, I'm still very happy that I participated in this bee.  It's very interesting to note that my students could easily pick out the blocks that I had made!

Tree House

 

A tree house, a free house,

A secret you and me house,

A high up in the leafy branches

Cozy as can be house.

 

A street house, a neat house,

Be sure and wipe your feet house

Is not my kind of house at all -

Let's go live in a tree house.

 

     Shel Silverstein

 

Foreign Lands

 

Up into the cherry tree

Who should climb but little me?

I held the trunk with both my hands

And looked abroad on foreign lands.

 

I saw the next-door garden lie,

Adorned with flowers, before my eye,

And many pleasant places more

That I had never seen before.

 

I saw the dimpling river pass

And be the sky's blue looking-glass;

The dusty roads go up and down

With people tramping into town.

 

If I could find a higher tree

Farther and farther I should see,

To where the grown-up river slips

Into the sea among the ships,

 

To where the roads on either hand

Lead onward into fairy land,

Where all the children dine at five,

And all the playthings come alive.

 

      Robert Louis Stevenson

 

 

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