Twas the night before Quilts in the Barn, when all through the Barn,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The quilts were all hung in the Barn with great care,
In hopes that the crowds soon would be there.
The adults were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of fabric danced in their heads.
And Jo in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a lovely spring day.
Hope to see you this weekend!!!!!!
Linda, Jo and The Quilted Crows.