The thread lace rose with its embroidered stem and leaves is surrounded by free motion quilted pebbles.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose.

-------Amanda McBroom

12 X 24

Private Collection