Some years ago, after my mother passed, I made a grandmother's flower garden, with 1930-ish solid green as pathways between all the blocks, my mother could have stuck the rake in the ground and it would have flowered, the quilt made a neat memorial to her. Now, I have given it to my older daughter, who is the oldest grandchild. It was all darker prints for the flowers, by the way. piecefully, the old one