Authentic

In honor of Tasha Tudor, who would have been 93 today, I'm celebrating the simple beauties in my daily life.

My Moonstone rose

Ripening tomatoes destined for homemade Pizza Margherita tonight.

My alphabet sampler, cross-stitched in the school parking lot when I was a carpool mom.

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.