Friday, October 1, 2010

Water and Wild Roses

When I was a little girl Moster/Auntie Helmi, who turns ninety six years old today, would take us kids out on our bikes into the forrest to pick rose hips.  She would dry them in pillowcases hanging above her wood stove.  Securing a fresh supply for rose hip tea and rose hip soup to enjoy  during the winter.  I thought of her as we walked along the ocean with Ralle yesterday!
Rose Hip Bush
What a beautiful day!  What a remarkable woman she is, my Auntie. I have learned so much from her!

Nice memories, nice vistas, nice dog, nice neighborhood!

1 comment:

  1. Happy Birthday! Grandmothers are such a rich source of knowledge (and wonderful recipes).