The Quilt Square With Red Thread
Every square of Grandma Nell's old quilt showed a leaf, except for one. In the third row, a gray square had no leaf at all, and it held only a wandering line of tiny stitches and a single red knot in the corner.
Tavia had spent the whole rainy afternoon on the sofa under that quilt, and she traced the line with her finger. It bent left, then right, and then curled like a hook. "Gran," she said, "I think this square is a drawing of something."
Grandma Nell said that her own grandmother, Aunt Bess, had sewn the quilt long ago. "She never wasted a stitch," she said. "If it is odd, it is on purpose."
Tavia fetched a pencil and paper and copied the line. The long wavy part had to be the creek behind the house, and the hook was the bend where the creek turned past the willow tree. The red knot sat just beyond the bend, close to the old stone wall.
When the rain stopped, they went out with a trowel. Under a flat stone by the wall, wrapped in oilcloth, lay a small tin. Inside were seed packets, each one labeled in faded ink with the name of a flower.
"Aunt Bess's garden," said Grandma Nell softly. "She saved it for us."
In spring, Tavia planted a row of the flowers by the creek.