HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOTHER!
You taught us children to revere nature and love the crisp fall mornings, to embrace each each day and give of ourselves to others. You laughed at Marmaduke, followed Snoopy, and found life lessons in Ziggy.
Our basement shelves were supplied with winter stock of your preserved peaches, grape jams, stewed tomatoes, our garden onions and potatoes. We were never without food, shelter, or abundant love. Your presence is forever felt in my kitchen as I make soup, on the back porch when snapping beans and watching birds flit to the feeder and back to the tree branches, in my sewing room as my fingers create with fabric, and this morning when I awoke to 56 cool fall degrees.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!
You taught us children to revere nature and love the crisp fall mornings, to embrace each each day and give of ourselves to others. You laughed at Marmaduke, followed Snoopy, and found life lessons in Ziggy.
Our basement shelves were supplied with winter stock of your preserved peaches, grape jams, stewed tomatoes, our garden onions and potatoes. We were never without food, shelter, or abundant love. Your presence is forever felt in my kitchen as I make soup, on the back porch when snapping beans and watching birds flit to the feeder and back to the tree branches, in my sewing room as my fingers create with fabric, and this morning when I awoke to 56 cool fall degrees.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!
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