This scene, at first glance, may seem a bit dismal…plastic chairs, sod and dirt, no landscaping or curtains at the window. Is that even a grill? But, the thing is, my mother would never have let anything be dismal. We moved a lot and every place we moved, for however short a time we stayed, she made it home. She loved summer (always had summer feet) and parties (always a reason to celebrate) and she had great style (so did my grandparents). And I’m pretty sure my brother is wearing madras pants.