Every May 1st it is tradition to make a basket and fill it with flowers. Once done you go to friends and neighbors houses, knock on their doors and leave the flowers on the door step and run.
I also left flowers on my Mom and sister's graves. In life I never missed a year. If they are looking down from heaven they are seeing that I still drop flowers for them and run. The whole time with a smile on my face.
I didn't get any flowers this year so I took a picture of the ones I made for Lisa. I tried putting them on the barn door but the ponies were more interested in eating them. Therefore I left them on the gate for her.
Bellingham, Washington, is where I've always called home. Raised amidst its beauty, I've found profound joy in capturing life's moments through my lens. My family,...
