growing up with beauty

Every time I return to my parent's house in Minnesota, I am struck by the fact that I grew up in the midst of beauty.

My mom, an artist, doesn't leave any detail to chance.

There are refreshing spots for birds to bathe,

and calming retreats for visitors to rest.

The rustic garden is always lush and fruitful,

and little surprises peak out, where you might not expect them.

Vibrant colors are eveywhere.

 Even out-of-the-way corners are accounted for.

Thank you, Mom, for making my childhood beautiful.

 And thank you for welcoming our family back to this refreshing lovliness every year.