Beauty is in the eye of the beholder according to the poet. I’m looking at a magnificent storm—hail and rain; in its way, the storm is exquisitely beautiful. I remember when Aunt Joan was dating Garth. One day as she walked home from school in Utah, she was struck by the exquisite beauty of the autumn leaves at her feet. She decided to share the lovely leav
es, put them into an envelope and sent them to Garth in Washington. Years later, Garth revealed that he couldn’t figure out why Joan had sent him a bunch of dead leaves. Increasingly, I am finding beauty in nature but also, I am becoming increasingly moved by the beauty of people who surround me.
and so are we. 
Look constantly for the beauty in your life. Love, Mom
es, put them into an envelope and sent them to Garth in Washington. Years later, Garth revealed that he couldn’t figure out why Joan had sent him a bunch of dead leaves. Increasingly, I am finding beauty in nature but also, I am becoming increasingly moved by the beauty of people who surround me.Michelle sent me these wonderful pictures of their family night. Don’t you love Kobe’s intensity while he waits for the ball? Isn’t it beautiful? 
Our Portland Institute experience is over except for one more class. I’ve found such beauty in our experience in Portland. I think of the colorfully dressed people of the Tongan Ward, the color mixture of nationalities and cultures in our classes, and the constant, ever-changing weather in the Gorge during our travels. We’re already moving on to our The Dalles experience. This Sunday we’ll be in The Dalles stake delivering posters.
Our Portland Institute experience is over except for one more class. I’ve found such beauty in our experience in Portland. I think of the colorfully dressed people of the Tongan Ward, the color mixture of nationalities and cultures in our classes, and the constant, ever-changing weather in the Gorge during our travels. We’re already moving on to our The Dalles experience. This Sunday we’ll be in The Dalles stake delivering posters.
Our entertainment lately has been the birds!! We now have birdhouses in three areas of the yard. In the morning, about 8: 30, the birds gather and sing their morning song—“Dad, we need food! We need food.” Feeding the birds seems to be a Kennedy trait. The picture is of Great-great Uncle John Kennedy who trained the crow on his shoulder to eat off his shoulder and hand. The chirping of the birds is almost overwhelming and almost cacophonous. We try to remember to buy a bird book so we can identify the various species that visit the yard, but never seem to remember. Of course, Mr. Squirrel, Mr. Blue Jay, and a Michele's Cat visit regularly to keep the birds’ heart rates healthy. We haven’t yet started planting flowers, so we not get such a kick out of the squirrels once we begin planting, but for now they’re a great source of entertainment.
Spring is here. Grandma is doing well
Spring is here. Grandma is doing well
and so are we. Look constantly for the beauty in your life. Love, Mom
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