My mom sent me this picture with her iPhone yesterday. It always feels like a small miracle to me each time that she conquers technology to send me these visual nuggets from back home. She titled it "Anna Time/Harvest Time". Baskets nestled in the grass with their garden treasures. Usually around my birthday she calls me to tell me the story of when she was in labor with me, listening to the crickets at our old kitchen table, stopwatch in hand. Timing contractions on a hot and still summer night. Almost 30 years ago. Wasn't that long ago that I was just a squash blossom in a basket...fresh out of the garden.
It's been an amazing year.