Sacred Ground

Two weeks out of most of the summers of my childhood were spent at Grandma T's house.  I loved it there so much (understatement), that even as a teenager I would cry when it was time to leave.  I am a Tschudy at heart, at Grandma T's I am at home.
Tschudy charm.  



This water fountain was the source of life in the back yard.  I loved the thirsty patches of green that would surround it in the summer, and the little Buddha statue .


Grandpa's shed, always full of mystery to me as a child.

Grandpa had an amazing back yard.  Huge trees in the middle of the desert.
Every fruit you could think of.  The plum tree was my favorite.
And incredible flowers....honeysuckle was my favorite.  While we were there, Grandma picked some hollyhock seeds for me to take home.  Look at her beautiful hands....those hands raised NINE children.  What a woman.
There is beauty all around, when there's love at home.  I miss it.