Here’s to the fine woman who brightens our lives with love every day. To my Mom who always made me Chicken Kiev* and German Chocolate Cake on my birthday (I was smitten with international cuisine at an early age.) who managed to locate a bolo tie and vest for a second grader going through his Bat Masterson phase, who would tread water for hours awaiting the chilled child holding up the high dive line, and who still sends me boxes of Georgia’s finest pecans each winter. Here’s to my Mom who created countless fond memories of growing up around (and sometimes outside) the country and always with one constant; no matter what the address, it was always home. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
*my Mom wisely used scallions instead of dill
Roses in photo clockwise from left: large white, sombreuil; top pink, Souvenir of St. Anne’s; Buff Beauty; and Souvenir de Madame Leonie Viennot
What I was blogging about a year ago: Ringing the Return of the Bluebells.