My Moonstone rose
Ripening tomatoes destined for homemade Pizza Margherita tonight.
And fresh brown eggs.
She's always been a favorite artist of mine. There is a sweetness and earthiness about her drawings and paintings that speaks to me of unhurried quiet. The simple pleasures of eating home-grown green beans and kneading bread, wearing handmade crochet edging, feeding lettuce scraps to the rabbit and having a dog rest her head lovingly on my lap. The joy of providing my best attempt at decorating a birthday cake for my boys.
She left a legacy of a life richly lived. May we all be so lucky.