In between threats of storms I made a quick trip to see my mother in the nursing home. The 36 mile trip today was very pleasant and the mountains were magnificent. Some days they are crystal clear and the blue color is dark and striking. Other days like today they were hazy but no less beautiful. Mother was doing well, her weight keeps going down but she still likes to do her beading. While I was there someone from the kitchen brought us both a small bowl of homemade ice cream. She is so spoiled there and I guess I am when I'm there, too.
On an unrelated note I wondered if anyone ever read the book by Laurel Lee, Walking Through the Fire or Signs of Spring, also by her.
God bless you, Diane