My Mother is the smartest person I know..

For one thing she’s always known exactly how I feel…how smart is that? when half the time I myself am at a loss.
She has mothered six children and sustained more than 40 years of marriage before Dad passed away more than 10 years ago. You have to be very near brilliant to pull that one off.
Growing up my mother derived great satisfaction in being self-sufficient. While we lived on Vancouver Island we had a small acreage. Just enough to keep a couple of cats, a dog, a cow and a few laying hens happy.
She and Dad planted gardens that produced copious amounts of corn, carrots and potatoes. Not to mention her tomatoes, strawberries and grapes. They all flourished under her green thumb.

Most of our clothes were sewn from Butterick and Simplicity patterns. I have some treasured recollections of hiking myself up onto those stools and leafing through the massive pattern books in Woodwards while Mom tried to find something I would like.
An impossibility, I’m sure.
This was the 70’s and I wanted to wear jeans and mini skirts. Mom would have none of the jeans and preferred jumpers. You couldn’t roll jumpers up. It was an ongoing battle until we met somewhere in the middle and agreed on skirts.
I don’t know if she was ever onto me rolling the bands down on my skirt in order to show more of my rebellious thighs ~ if she was, she never let on.
Smart.

My mother is brimming with colorful creative sparks. Her cupboards are full of things made and half made by her own hands. There’s very little in my mothers house that she has not crafted, and crafted well. Now, her grand-children are certain that if Mom can’t make it or fix it Grand-mother for sure can. They’re right.

I adore and admire her. I can only hope I’ve learned my lessons well from her and maybe someday if I’m very lucky my kids will think I’m the smartest person they know…I Love you to the sky Mom. ♥