Dear Grammy Esther.

I started to compose an e-mail to you the other day. I wanted to tell you about all the flowers I saw in the Alps this past weekend. And thank you for the card you wrote for Johnny the day before you had your stroke. He is lucky to have met you, and I can't wait to tell him all about you and grandpa as he grows older. I found these pictures while looking through photos from a few years ago, they are from the first time we visited:

I can't believe how small he was. He changes so much every day. We spend so much time outdoors now that it's spring time. We finally have gotten him less afraid of bugs, he loves to watch ants and hold ladybugs.
I'm afraid that moving to Arizona will inhibit his learning about nature and trees and plants and bugs and animals. I actually plan on spending a lot of time in the mountains where he can do a little more exploring than he can around our house in the city. It'll be a big change from here, but I think we'll acclimate okay.

Strawberries are coming into season again here, and all I can dream about is your strawberry rhubarb jam! I've been buying and freezing rhubarb by the handful in order to make a few jars once the berries are in full swing. I'm so glad you showed me how to make it all those summers ago.

When we get to Tucson Brenda and I are thinking of continuing with our cupcake business. I'd love to add pies to our menu. Every time I bake a pie I think of you and my mom.

I'm so blessed to have had time with you in your kitchen, and with Grammy Dawn and my mom. Eating cookie dough from a spoon isn't just delicious, but it's a sentimental past time as well :)

I have errands to run today, so this is just a quick note. I love you and miss you more than I could ever express in this silly blog-letter.

xo,
Kari Beth.

Ps.
 I've been saving all of my avocado pits in hopes of starting a small orchard one day. I wonder how long the seeds will last? They look like peach pits when they dry out!