I have a story for you today about an art quilt, Robert Frost, and a moment in time. For the last little quilt in my mini series on Winter, I started stitching a piece of hand-dyed silk: I wanted to do a scene from memory. This was a moment back in January 2013 when I took my daughter to see snow for the first time in the Smoky Mountains; a trip that also changed me forever. I wasn't trying to recreate the scene exactly, just the feeling from that moment that has stayed with me all these years. A feeling of finally facing the ugliness in my life, and the blessings, and choosing my path accordingly. Literally, choosing hatred, or roses. I never truly understood Robert Frost's poem, The Road Not Taken , until this moment in the mountains. Today I can tell you that I made the right choice -- one that made all the difference in my life. On that day, I chose roses, which is what I named this little quilt. If you want to know more about the moment of inspiration, you c...