As her birthday passed in March and her name day approaches next week, I keep remembering all the moments we spent on her farm in a little Czech village Habrina.
When we picked way too many over ripened strawberries a few weeks ago, I immediately though of the delicious jam she used to make. I looked up recipes, but it was amazing how deep inside me, I remembered every step as I went along with the process.
She was watching over me!
Every time I weed my beautiful flower garden, every time I pick veggies from my veggie garden, every time I interact with a beast farm animal I think about her...
The photos are from summer 2007. Miss you babi.
RIP 2009









