Summers of the Past.

It's ironic how a death of a loved one nudges you to view the past.

As some of you know my mother died last month. While preparing a slide show of pictures to showcase her life, I came across all sorts of  pictures. Some old, some recent, some I couldn't even tell who or when. But I also found some that were taken from past summers.

Like this one:

Why? I don't remember but I do remember that we were wine tasting in Squaw Valley. I blame it on the wine.

Or this one:

This one was in Cupra Martina, Italy, three years ago. That is the Adriatic Sea in the background.

Note the red wine on the wall. Do you think we like wine in our family?