"Spring is when life is alive with everything"

~Christina Rossetti

This week has me reflecting on motherhood. I can't help but wonder, why is my mother such an incredible person? I believe it is, at least in part, due to her own mother- my Nana, Evelyn, one of the most amazing women I have ever known. 

I have been thinking about her a lot lately. Everywhere I turn is a reminder of the things she loved- Lily of the Valley, Lilacs, and soon, Peonies. What reminds me of her most, however, is how intoxicating Maine is this time of year. 

If ever there was a woman who loved our state with every fiber of her being, it was my Nana. She was born here, raised here, and simply never tired of sitting on the shore and gazing at the ocean, smelling the sea air, taking in the Rugosa. She was a prolific poet, and in one of her most memorable verses, she pined, "Let heaven be the rocky shores of Maine". I know she is there now- which means, of course, that she is with me every day.

Happy Mother's Day, Nana. 

Kettle Cove by DN Cusano, limited edition giclee´