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     I love the way the sunshine falls across the table in the breakfast nook in my Mother's kitchen

   Sunflowers against a bright blue sky remind me of the first time we took Miss Lo to the Okanagan 

    The apples still to ripen- bright red splash on a cobalt blue canvas

    An old kettle that once made someone's daily cuppa is surrounded still by green and damp earth

     A handfull of ripe summer promise

      Pancakes make me feel twelve again but in the good, cozy and comfortable way

     The apple basket has always held my Mother's clothespins

      Linens dried in the summer breeze always smell like home

     Bright and gaudy dahlias are my some of my favourite flowers

     My Mom makes the best blueberry pie I have ever had