My mom at 17
One of her beaus was stationed in New Guinea during WWII and drew this from a photo of her.
She looks so vibrant and sassy here. I like to remember her this way instead of ill and suffering. It's been nearly fifteen years since she passed away and I still think of her every day. I wish we had more time together. Seventy-two feels very young now that I am sixty-six. I wish she could have known her grandchildren better and met great grandchildren MacKenzie and Zack.
Paddy rolling and yawning in the yard.
The redbud garden is mulched and beautiful!
Two down and twenty-something left to go!
I was able to swim my first half mile today! It was glorious! The pool thermometer said 74, but it seems doubtful the temp could rise so much in a few days. During the backstroke, I spotted a Baltimore Oriole flitting about the apple tree.
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