|Me and Marg last year at Thanksgiving|
The seasons have changed and Fall is here, my favorite time of year. Growing up we lived maybe two miles from the mouth of the Ogden canyon My mom and I would go on long drives through the canyons near our home to collect weeds and dying fall colored plants. We'd blast K.T. Oslin or Billy Dean, sing at the top of our lungs, keeping one eye on the road and the other on the look-out for any cool looking dried plant. We'd pull over when we'd spot some, cut them down, and take them home. We used our plants to make beautiful arrangements to display on our front porch. We did this for years! To this day whenever I'm driving and spot a random but pretty plant, I think to myself, "that would make a great display".
I miss our long drives Marg! I love you!