a green thumb I do not have, but my mother has one.
I have been staying at my mom’s house between trips this summer. While this is not the house I grew-up in, it feels like it because my mother is there.
“Home” is where your loved ones are, a place for family gatherings, a place of pride.
My mother definitely has a talent for decorating her home but it is the yard that truly shows her devotion and talent. I feel the word “yard” is a poor choice of words to use here, garden, yes, garden is better. The word “garden” seems to conjure images of lush green plants placed strategically within little vignettes. While these are just a few quick pics I took the other night, I hope you enjoy them:
I’m off on another trip…I will see you in Cayucos next….