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There is a bright golden flower that grows along the edges of fields, lining quiet country roads and open meadows,a wild brightness that returns year after year, no matter the season that came before it. This is the spirit behind Goldenrod Meadow.     A Field Remembered This design began, as many do, with memory. Goldenrod has always felt like a marker of time...a gentle signal that summer is softening into something deeper.That harvest is near.That the work of growing is giving way to the work of gathering. For me, it brings me back to New York…to the cottage, where goldenrod...

The Log Cabin Star, Reimagined in Stitch There are some patterns that never leave us. They follow us from wood to cloth…from barns to homes…from hand-painted boards to quiet moments with needle and thread. The Log Cabin Star is one of those patterns. Rooted in the long tradition of the Log Cabin quilt block, symbolizing warmth, shelter, and the heart of the home—this design has always carried a deeper meaning for me. Each “log” built around a center…each layer a story…each color a reflection of the life lived within those walls.   When I first painted the Log Cabin Star Barn Quilt, it...

The Cathedral Window Barn Quilt is one of the most meaningful designs in the Moonbeams & Cabin Dreams Collection, a series inspired by the stories of my ancestors who homesteaded the Nebraska prairie in the early 1900s. This barn quilt is a tribute to faith, family, and the places that hold our memories.     The color palette was inspired by a stained glass window dedicated to my grandmother Mildred and grandfather Alvaro in the Howard Community Church in New York. The rich reds, greens, golds, and soft tones reflect the way light filters through glass—carrying both beauty and reverence. My family’s journey took...

There are some designs that come from sketchbooks…
and others that come from memory.

The Orchard Tree Barn Quilt is one that has lived quietly inside me for years—
tucked somewhere between rows of apple trees,
in the hum of bees,
and in the steady hands of my grandfather, Alvaro Lyke.

My house is full of these quilts I have collected over the years.

They are draped across chairs, folded at the end of beds, tucked into baskets, and sometimes pulled outside on warm afternoons to sit in the sun. I have always loved the softness of them, the colors, and the quiet beauty of the tiny stitches that run across the cloth like rows of handwriting.

Each one carries a story.  These quilts are now available in our shop.