Grandma Zubah's Tea Cups

Lemon waffles, a vase full of fresh pink alstromarias, and real whipped cream were on the menu for Mothers Day brunch. After church, Grandpa Jack & Grandma Kay, Papa Jimmy & Nana Tida, Ken & Deb, and Uncle Lenny poured into the kitchen for a wonderful morning of celebrating the women in our lives.

I'd set the table the night before. I'd peered into Deb's china cupboards and found stacks of beeeaaautttifffuulllll tea cups. Each tea cup had a story -- this one was from Grandma Zubah (Papa Jimmy's mom) and had been given to her from her friend in China ... and ... this one was from Grandma MacKinnon (Grandma Kay's mom). What a joy to sit around the kitchen table on a beautiful Sunday and be able to sip from cups of amazing women of generations past!

I only wish that my Opa & Oma Vos, my Opa & Oma Reinink, and my Mom & Dad could've joined in the celebration. (You can ask Josh, I may have had a few tears later that night)

Once the dishes had been put away, Josh & I headed to the woods for a hike along the Cable Trail. We walk run, then walk, run and then walk and then run again along the loamy trails, over rickety wooden bridges, past waterfalls and up old abandoned logging roads. It was bliss!

God is good, so good.

Is it weird that I like the smell of 'skunk cabbage'? I think so.

Isn't it so beautiful though!? These grow all throughout the swampy areas of Powell River.

We may (or may not) have gotten a little lost, but we found our way back to Cable Trail! It's always an adventure...or, as Josh likes to say, and 'adventastor'!

MacGregor Falls pours into the river below.