Mom


Mom's memorial bread hands in an East-facing window.

From here, she can watch the sun rise, see what birds come to my feeder, and keep tabs on my garden.
Sometimes hummingbirds come by to visit.

 A deer and two fawns have been nibbling grass at the edge of the trees. She has been watching them grow.

Mom loved nature. She could find beauty in the simplest things.

I think she would like this spot.

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