I'm slacking off on blogging and 365ing and everything, so here to pick up some slack is me (front), aged three, with my five-year-old sister, our mother's mother, and our family dog, picnicking on the banks of Piney River.
Forty-three years later, I'd be back to scatter my mother's ashes in this river.
Forty-three years later, I'd be back to scatter my mother's ashes in this river.
