I’m sitting at a quilt shop
Waiting for my wife. I don’t think I’ve been here yet For more than half my life. This one seems a little longer Than the stop we made before. But I’m quite sure it’s only been One or two days more. It’s fun to see the seasons change, To watch the flowers grow. Soon the pumpkins will come down, Then Christmas lights will glow. But I sit here patiently As she fingers every swatch. It’s good I brought along an extra Battery for my watch. I brought along some bookwork. I finished up my tax. I’ll still make the deadline If I send it off by fax. I’m sure there is new merchandise She has never seen before. Even though to me it looks Like every other store. I know more things than shopping Come into the mix. It’s more than checking every bolt To get a cotton fix. She needs to meet with other gals Who share the same affliction. Except that this group therapy Helps promote addiction. Here she comes with half a bolt And an extra quarter, A rotary cutter, yellow thread, Some piping for a border. I help her load her packages, I ask if she had fun. I say that we should head for home If she is sure that she is done. “Just because it’s on the way Let’s hit the John Deere store. I know that it will only take A couple minutes more.”
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Write Field column is written by David Kragnes. David farms near Felton, MN. He is a former Chairman of American Crystal Sugar Co., and currently serves on the board of directors of CoBank.
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