Looking out my back door: This hodge-podge, crazy quilt life that I have

What is life but shifting tidbits of sensory experiences tossed into a basket of scraps? After weeks of stitching together metaphorical pastel scraps, when friends from British Columbia, who dropped on my doorstep unexpected, I felt bombarded with a galloping array of primary colors.  

My days didn’t change drastically, yet, the colors seemed more intense, the patterns more interesting. Kathy and Richard are long-time friends. Most of the swatches we dropped into or picked out of the basket were not exotic or unusual.  

Label one remnant “neighborhoods.” We daydreamed ourselves in...