I love summer Sunday’s in southwest Montana. Mother Nature is playing nice (except for some wind that is unnecessary) and we are in the throes of lovely sunny, warm and fresh live-your-life today, days.
Today’s photo was taken at the Chapel of the Transfiguration outside Jackson, Wyoming, Grand Teton National Park. Built in 1925, the church serves the local Episcopal community from May to September.
Not only is this quaint, little church an epic snapshot opportunity for park visitors from every corner of the globe, we have a personal connection to this 87-year-old dwelling. My mother in law’s ashes are here. Whenever we visit, and walk outside to the front of the church, facing the most incredible mountain range in the western hemisphere, my chest gets tight, and my eyes spring tears.
I loved my mother in law. I was lucky to have her.
I miss her.
And I especially miss her home-made bread pudding, which she created from memory. The recipe was never written down, thus it went gently into the good night when she did.