August has always meant family gatherings, beach days, ripe peaches and fresh corn and a string of long hot afternoons that drag straight into a starry night. For as long as I can remember August has ruled the summer. Bathing suits and towels slung over deck railings, everyone talking around a table filled with farm fresh everything, sandy feet padding about on sandy paths, berries popping from vine to mouth and all the time in the world to do nothing. Hands down August wins every time.
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postcards once again
this mother of mine
In honor of Mother’s Day, I decided to repost an experience I wrote about of one day with my mother. It was only one day out of the nearly 60 years I had with her, but, as I wrote in the post, “Living was just better that day and most any day with this mother of mine completely bent on living.” She really did love life, marveling at the beautiful sights and coping with the tough stuff too, and for all she showed me and showered on me, I am grateful to call her mine.
