My mother practicing back in the day. Today would be her 107th birthday. With dolly Myrtle.

I’m so happy the flora can’t access the news. Obliviously carrying on with spring.

Not sure why the sight of a very light dusting of snow makes me feel blessed, but it does. Maybe because it’s not a dusting of dust.

This collection has been such a comfort in this stressful time. Reading Berry takes me back to a childhood where adults reminisced about their own childhoods. I can almost hear my Daddy’s voice.