Thinking about Peggy today.
Thinking about her lots lately actually.
Missing her.
But mostly feeling inspired.
Today by the memory of her and Grandpa making doughnuts together.
Her frying and flipping.
Him taking care of dipping the hot treats in the big pile of sugar.
Other days remembering stacks of quilts and the sound of woodworking tools whirring in the little room off the porch.
Hands kept busy, making for the people they loved. Christmas gifts of the best kind.
The way they worked together.
A rich heritage, of hard work and homemaking, creativity and crafting.
But mostly of love.
Inspired.
For the holidays...
...and in every other way.
