There is a wooden bed in a corner of my studio. The bed was made for Marta by her grandpa when she outgrew her toddler bed, and now it is mine, at least for now. The bed holds a colourful grandmother's square quilt. The quilt is crocheted from leftovers, love put into every stich.
I met Terje in the summer of 1978, and fell in love at once. We were both members of a christian student group in Trondheim, and in August that summer, we were a group of students travelling to a students' meeting in Lund in Sweeden. After the week long meeting, we went on for a week, camping on the Swedish islands of Øland and Gotland. A perfect setting for love to be born, and slowly start growing.
When next summer came Terje and I were engaged, and I moved to another town to start my studies. I took the train "home" to Terje every week-end, still the weeks separated from him were long. It was then I started to make him a crocketed quilt for his bed. A quilt made out of the colours of love.
I wouldn't have used so much brown if I was to make the quilt today, but in 1979 it was a popular colour. The colour of soil, of earth, from where everything grows. A perfect background of blooming colours. A stout colour, filled with trust, filled with hope for the spring, summer and autumn to come.
Yes, I chose the right colour 30 years ago.
The spring of our love is history, sweet history which I bring with me deep in the heart every day. The summer of our marriage is also coming to and end, I like to believe that we are experiencing an Indian Summer right now. I hope and pray that our autumn will be long, blooming with all the beautiful colours only autumn has.
