The blue patchwork square: memories of spring skies, all joined together. The first layer of sun:
It needs more layers and outlining to make it a little more prominent.
I’ve enjoyed looking at all the blues. Sometimes a spring sky contains frost and hail:
Sometimes there are blossoms in the air; sometimes clouds; sometimes birds; sometimes just lovely clear blue.
When the sun shines, the flowers begin to grow:
They spring up from nowhere, out of almost nothing.
You're welcome to pick your way through threads and stitches, but I'd be really grateful if you could be kind enough to refrain from pinning.