An Hors D'oeuvre (without a funny title)

I just noticed yesterday that I've only done 2 posts so far this month.  Time has raced by so unbelievably fast, with the end of the school year (only 2 more weeks- and only 1 of those with the kids!), mountains of special ed. paperwork, and general exhaustion.  I feel like I've been working so hard, and with nothing to show for it!  I've even forgotten to welcome my new followers, and I sincerely apologize.  I'm so grateful to all of you, and hope you enjoy coming along on my adventures.

Just so you don't think I'm a total slacker, here's a little hors d'oeuvre. I'm sorry about the blurry photo, but my scanner does not like lumpy things. Also, I couldn't think of a good title for this one.  The best I could come up with was "Ashes to Ashes, and Dust to Dust in the Wind", but that just didn't get it for me.  Feel free to make suggestions.

Ingredients: map fragments, vintage book pages, vintage ledger page, watercolor pencils, copper crayon, image transfer.

In the meantime, I am working on the salad and main courses- coming soon, I promise!

To Our Mothers' Mothers' Mothers'

I know Mother's Day was yesterday, so technically, I'm late, as usual- slower than molasses in January, as my Mammaw would say.  But I don't suppose it much matters, since technically, all of these women have passed on, except Mammaw, who I visited yesterday.

I want to send a message of gratitude back through time, to my Mother,

Bonnie Lou Creech Davidson (I love you, Mom; I miss you.);

to her mother,

Nellie Pearl Wilder Creech, now age 94;

to my paternal grandmother,

Olive Rebecca Hunt Davidson;

to my great-grandmother,

Juliet Bracelin Davidson;

to my great-grandmother,

Aldora Thompson Hunt;

and to all the others who came before.  For everything you did to nurture the lives that were in your care, for all the love given, and for being the vessels of my incarnation,

I am grateful.