To all the moms, grandmas, and "surrogate" parents out there, Happy Mother's Day.
Here are three...Mom, on whom you have already learned much if you read this blog regularly!
My grandma (Dad's mom) -- she taught me to bake at an early age. A simple farm woman, she had a glorious garden. I especially remember strawberry shortcake suppers and corn dinners when those came into season and were simply overflowing. I think of three flowers when I think of Grandma -- peonies (growing by the porch), lilacs (from the huge bushes by the house) and bleeding hearts, near the kitchen window.
These bleeding hearts remind me of the bleeding hearts she used to grow -- their shape so appealing to a child!
My other grandma (Mom's mom) -- she died before I was born, but I carry in my heart fond stories passed down.In one way or another, you helped shape who I am! Thanks!