But Winter is my Mother’s season. She symbolizes home and hearth, family, singing, gift giving, Christ consciousness (love) cozy blankets, luxurious sweaters and savoring hot Mexican chocolate.
Mother’s day came and went, so in a belated effort to commemorate mothers I found old magazine images; at a time when women’s domain was the home
There was a grove of tall green pines and magnolias that lined the streets of Savannah, the waft coming inside the sightseeing bus made me experience a form of time travel; the trees smelled exactly like those I inhaled on the way to school in Montebello, CA.
The story begins with a classic homespun adventure- we drive to California to reunite with the one who gave me life on my birthday. Back home, we are in “Crown of the Valley” Pasadena, California.