Today is my Mother's Birthday.
My Mother is on a mission right now in New Jersey.
That is a long way from the tiny town in New Mexico where she grew up.
She was the third of six children. There are three boys and three girls.
She is the middle girl.
She grew up to be a cheerleader and Homecoming Queen...this was in a graduating class of five.
(I told you the town was tiny!) My Mother married young and started her family right away. I was born soon after she turned twenty and I was the second in our family after my brother Jon. My earliest memories of her are of her dressed up. I remember the swish of her nylon stockings when she walked and the click, click, click of her high heels. I knew it was Sunday and we would be going to church. She would lean down to help me with my shoes and I could smell the hairspray and perfume. I remember playing with her pretty necklaces and admiring her earrings. My Mother was pretty and looking at pictures of her back in that era, she reminds me …
Oh hey there! Remember when I used to annoy the world with all of my rapturous writings on gardening? It's been awhile but I was going through the pictures on my phone and I realized you might be wondering if I even garden anymore and if I do, you might be hoping to see some pictures.
So yes and yes!
We recently relocated to Provo, Utah and I was happy to find a home with a beautiful yard. It was already laid out and planted perfectly to suit the climate and the changing seasons.
But the garden spot was barren.
So I have enjoyed
bringing it back to life.
There was an abundance of tomatoes and we got just enough
hot peppers to turn out some spicy salsa:
And the birds left just enough of the sunflower seeds I planted for a
sprinkling of cheerful flowers:
I have some catching up to do so look out!
Some coming attractions:
What I did for my Summer Vacation
Life Lately (As in the past year and a half)
That Nana Life
Renovation Rewind: Provo Edition
Earlier this month, I flew to Texas and with fortuitous timing, this little guy made his debut about a day later.
Meet our 8th grandchild:
Porter Scott Gale
8 lbs. 6 oz. 20.5" tall.
Son of Scott and Nicole and little brother to Bailey, Norah and June.
He was born on his Aunt Shanna's Birthday on General Conference weekend.
The Conference blessings just keep piling up!
The big sisters meeting baby brother.
And Nana crying happy tears and bursting with joy.
June likes to check on her little brother.
My son with his son.
Nicole and her sweet baby boy.
Beautiful--inside and out.