I have a new old quilt, the first quilt in my collection that is not family related. A friend had a friend whose estate was being settled. Nobody wanted the old quilts, which sent a pain straight to my heart. There were several up for grabs, most in poor condition. This wedding ring pattern, however, had the most appeal for me and appeared to be in fair condition. I offered $25 for it and the deal was sealed. The only thing I know about it is that it was made by Gladys Wilcox and presented to the owner at least 50 years ago. I love it.
Sugar plum has been scarce these days; my fault, not hers. But whenever she is here, life is suddenly sweeter, the day filled to the brim with fun.
Memorial Day found a few family members gathering at my niece's beautiful apartment for some much needed fellowship. Pie, of course, was the center of attention.
Speaking of pie, she dropped in over the weekend and I couldn't resist a few photos. This child has captured my heart. Then again, I knew she would.
If it's summertime, it's baseball time at Minute Maid Park. The Man and I enjoyed an evening with the daughter and son-in-law a few nights ago. The Astros won, which made it all the more special.
A night out with my sisters is always a treat. Standing between these two women is like standing between two pillars of strength. They share my burdens and multiply my joys. I can't imagine life without them.
The last day of May is a special day in our family. My sweet niece (sugar plum's mom) was born on this day and on Saturday the family joined her in celebrating her 30th birthday. I don't know how that's even possible. She and I have shared many special moments in the last 30 years. I am grateful and so proud of the woman she has become.
Glancing up to offer a prayer of thanksgiving, I caught sight of these delicate flowers on one of the trees in the backyard, a tree whose name I am still uncertain of. Every year around this time, it explodes in glorious blooms.