My third #dogoodstitchesabide quilt There’s a perfect moment in the spring. It’s usually after a good soaking rain. The flowers all bloom at the same time. Each home sits in their own little jewel-box of a yard, on a bed of grass so lush and green that it looks like velvet. It’s fleeting, because within days the dandelions pop up and the grass grows a smidge too long. Most people will pull out their lawnmowers at this point, but I will bargain and cajole my husband to hold off because the wood violets appear and I love them. Do a Google search and you’ll find varieties from the Atlantic to…