Very Late Mother's Day Post

A Rose Garden.  Why didn't I ever take Mary Carmelita Paine out there?  Realistically, she did not spend enough time in our town to get her there, as she was usually driving straight-through to Nevada, stopping only long enough for a cup of instant Folgers coffee.  That woman had an iron constitution.  For the second year in a row, we have celebrated Mother's Day at the Russian River Rose Garden, a dazzling place at this time of year.  Of course, we wander and bump into each other, admire the blooms, and reminisce about MCP; my Mom, my kid's Gramma Mary.  We miss her.  Maybe she's touring the gardens with us?  We know for certain when certain mischievous thoughts enter our minds, or we trip over unseen obstacles, or a honey bee lands in our hair.  She is with us.

The Garden has heirloom Iris as well.  Oh.  It is easy to see God at work in a Garden, no?

A nice man helped me round up this crew, got them to bunch up, and took a photo for us!  Thanks!  No pinching, biting and very little grumbling.  Yay!

Glorious, I say.

And I am now up-and-running over here : The new blog is my "official & and professional" website for my art.  I am still learning the crazy wonders of Wordpress: I am here to tell you, it is slightly complicated.  So please visit, say hi, and be patient while I clamber up this learning curve!

Just wait, I say.  One of these days I will have an ipad.

xoxoLC