Here Mom. I shot this Yellow Lady's Slipper just for you. I was at the Daniel Boone Native Gardens on Friday and when I saw these orchids in bloom I thought of you and the little glass slippers you collect. As I inched my way around the rare blooms I got my sneakers and britches soaked with the morning's dew. I felt like I was six years old again picking a bouquet of Bachelor's Buttons for you from the field off of Green Rd. Remember? Anyway. I saved this photo to post for you today because of all the people in my life you have been the one who from the very beginning, has encouraged me to color outside the lines of convention. With a never ending supply of poster board, scraps of material, paste, carpet samples and magic markers, you always allowed me to express myself without restraint. My media may have changed from paper mache to pixels posted on a blog, but without your first lessons encouraging my artisitc freedom who knows if I would have stopped to take this photo for you? You may have just gotten some old dumb thing from me instead:) Love ya. See you soon.
And for those of you out there with teenage daughters. Here is a Prayer for Adolescent Daughters from a Menopausal Mom Thanks Wendy for the link.
