Today I hit a few yard sales in my neighborhood. I hadn't planned on going. I really don't need anything, but since they were so close, why not stop by?
It was at one sale that this cross stitch piece caught my eye. Old finished pieces always do, and the round frame really made it stand out. I liked the colors too. I tried to read it quickly, but it didn't quite register. Something about the seasons but it didn't really speak to me. I thought about buying it just for the frame, but it looked a little broken at the top.
I set it back down and chatted with the guy about selling things online, my cross stitch pieces, Erie Pennsylvania and how old this piece was and the person who made it for him over 30 years ago, and how it hung in his kitchen all those years. Sweet stories. He only wanted $1.00 for it, but for some reason I passed on it, said goodbye and got in my car. But before I could drive away he was walking up to me with the piece. He handed it to me and told me he wanted me to have it. I was so touched.
It's not about the money. A dollar is hardly anything now-a-days. But the fact that he took the time to consider me and give it to me meant so much. I thanked him and went on my way.
Only when I got home did I really read and comprehend what this says, and it means so much:
Every season
has its Gift for Living.
The seeds of the present season
hold Growth and Harvest yet to come,
May Gratitude become
a season in us.
What jumped out at me was that there are seeds in us today. Things that are going on in our lives that will grow into bigger things in the future. I like to think of it as God is always preparing things to develop in our lives. Sometimes it seems like things just happen, but I love this perspective. Things are slowly growing in our lives; transforming us little by little, day by day.
The giver loved the sentiment, but after enjoying it for 30 years, it was time to go on to someone else.
There's no way now that I'm going to pull this piece apart and use the frame for something I stitch. It's staying right there and has instantly become a special memory that I treasure in my heart. I love knowing a little about the pieces I purchase, but that's often difficult at places like thrift stores.
And while I have no idea exactly who stitched this, it was framed Ann's Crafts in Madison, Alabama. I know the guy did live in Erie, PA for a while too. And if it ever gets back to the stitcher that this piece was sold, I hope they find joy in knowing that someone is still enjoying their work very much!