Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Me and my mum, a year and a half ago.  The big guy and I took her for a weiner roast, her first, down in the river valley.  It was a wonderful day. 

She got to feed the chickadees out of her hand.

And eat roasted marshmallows.  

It will be a year next week since she died.  I miss her still, especially her laugh.


  1. The picture of her feeding the chickadees is amazing! I am glad you have these memories. And I don't think we will ever stop missing our mom's. The wanting is primal, I think.

  2. I love these -- and really admire your devotion to your dear mother. You look alike -- both joyful.