Getting to spend a weekend at home means getting to spend a weekend admiring my mother's wondrous ways with gardening. She has an inherent green thumb. Although I may not possess her gardening talents, I do share her love for flowers and find these to be stunning.
Being at home also called for a bit of rest and relaxation, in which I got to finish reading Elna Baker's hilarious and insightful book (The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance). This excerpt is just one that sticks with you: “Impossible is Nothing. Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.”