Jacqui’s Friday Flowers in June

Peonies are the flowers that remind me the most of being a kid on the farm in the prairie province of Alberta. I love the peony's smell and its most common (at least to me) full pink variety. But I also love seeing the many new-to-me colors and shapes where I currently live on Canada's pacific southwest coast. 

Here are some of the peony photos I've taken during my walks around my neighborhood. 

Jacqui ❤️ ๐Ÿ’

Red Peony

White Peonies

Pink Peonies

White and pink Peonies

Pink Peonies with white center

Coral pink Peony

What I like to think of as "full pink" peony
What I like to think of as a "full pink" peony :) 

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Jacqui Nelson - Author Picture
Fall in love with a new Old West where the men are steadfast & the women are adventurous. I love writing stories about women who are Wild West scouts, spies, cardsharps, wilderness guides, trick-riding superstars, and more. 

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I totally stole this idea from our own Regan Black. Follow her on Instagram and you'll get mug after mug of inspiration!!  BEGIN is a great mug for writers. Maybe for coffee drinkers everywhere. We're sharing pictures of a favorite mug we own today. You can share yours on the Get Lost in a Story Facebook page or on the Reader's Spot group page.  Extra prizes will be awarded. Come and visit us.

I think I have a theme. Three mugs were given to me and I bought the fourth. I AM a very proud Dog Mom who doesn't drink coffee. And I adore Hallmark Christmas movies, I keep them on my DVR all year. I am always smiling after I watch one. And oh my goodness if you add a dog to the story I'm good for a week !! 

I’ve always been obsessed with flowers and in the last few years I’ve become obsessed with Corgis (and hope to one day share my home with a couple), so these mugs are some of my favorites. I bought the “Sploot Happens,” “Got Corgi?” and “Fluffy Butt” mugs from “My Dog is My Copilot” (aka Tracy) on Etsy. And I received the Corgi/Sushi mug this Christmas from my nephew. A brilliant addition because sushi is a favorite as well! 

Over the years we’ve amassed a great many mugs from friends and family-holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, trips, and more. In this picture is a sampling of each of those moments, those memories. From left to right—the snowman mug, lots of hot chocolate and coffee during holidays and winter nights. They match the snowman dinnerware that we’ve used for countless Christmas dinners. The ironstone mug from Betty’s Pies is some of the sweetest memories of lake shore trips to Grand Superior Lodge. If you’re up that way, stop in at Betty’s and try the many fabulous homemade pies with a generous mug of fresh coffee! Next is the mug I received this Christmas from my grandsons, ‘nuf said, other than what the cup states, “Blessed!” The brown mug is special as it was made for me by my artist/teacher daughter-in-law. It sits on my office desk, reminding me of how a lump of clay can be molded with patience and tenacity into something exquisitely beautiful! And the ornate china cup and saucer is one of many given to various grandchildren and great-grandchildren when my grandmother passed. Her example of humility, kindness, and resilience peppered with a wicked humor has been my inspiration and model as long as I can remember. In fact, my pen name of McIntyre is derived grandmother’s maiden name.

My favorite mugs are mugs...sort of <g> L to R: one of my great grandmother's demitasse cups (without the saucer), mini green and white cup and saucer, a mini demitasse cup (not sure who it belonged to as a little girl...probably my grandmother who loved her "coffee-tea.", in the back L to R my favorite holly Christmas mug (which has been cracked for 10 years...sadness) and a new favorite a pretty sweet pea mug from one of my dear friends. 

My husband and I have a problem collecting T-shirts. In fact, we have so many they don't fit in our drawers and live in piles on a dresser. The only thing that has to do with mugs, is that I have a problem collecting them as well. I've given more mugs and cups to Goodwill than I can count. I don't even buy most of them for myself--people love to give mugs! So, the ones I've kept are ones that really mean something fun to me. The ones here span a lot of history. Eeyore came from a reader and is perfect for THOSE days. Nanosaurus in the back was given to me by my granddaughter who will, I  have no doubt, always be a dinosaur expert! "I AM smiling," came from Alaska, where we lived for three years and fell in love with all things 49th State. The Yellow Submarine mug is essential to this Beatles freak -- and has window circles that clear up and reveal John, Paul, George and Ringo when the mug is filled with hot water. The blue and white mug reads "Moin moin," which is they way people say "good morning" and "hi" in far northern Germany--another place we lived two different times for a year each time. Finally, the funny little teacup is from my wonderful spunky grandmother whom I idolized. The woman is "Little Nell" and the funky man's face is a complete mystery. I'm thinking he's an author -- but I really have no idea, but Grandma thought things like this were funny, so I love this quirky cup! So--this is a smattering of my mug and cup collection. They're random choices (I adore random) and each brings up a wonderful memory or time in my life!


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 More Bluebonnets & Wildflowers

Ennis Bluebonnet Trail, 2021


Jacqui’s Friday Flowers in May

Last year I finally went for a walk at the right time to see the fantastic Iris patch in Victoria's Government House Gardens. I discovered one really has to time it right to get the best photos of these Irises -- and that time is May. 

But I did find some lovely white Irises (see the last photo in the batch below) just a couple blocks from my home in April. So I will have to keep a lookout for Irises everywhere. 

Jacqui ❤️ ๐Ÿ’








White Irises found in April
White Irises found in April

Click here to see my April blog post & my Spanish Bluebells & Camas pics ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ’ 

To see more of my flower pictures (during the February to October flower season in Victoria, Canada), visit my Facebook and Instagram pages. 

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Jacqui Nelson - Author Picture
Fall in love with a new Old West where the men are steadfast & the women are adventurous. I love writing stories about women who are Wild West scouts, spies, cardsharps, wilderness guides, trick-riding superstars, and more. 

Read an excerpt from all of my books at JacquiNelson.com/my-books

Join my newsletter & read Rescuing Raven (my Deadwood 1876 gold-rush story) for FREE at JacquiNelson.com/download-my-free-read 


Mom Moments-Celebrating May 9-Mother's Day!

Today we celebrate the MOM MOMENTS. Maybe it's a special memory of your mom, step-mom, grandmother, or aunt. Maybe a lesson learned, a cherished recipe, or being mom to a special pet. Share with us your "moment"- 


My kids tease me about crying. They know my heart is happy whenever we are all together. It’s become a game of sorts, to see what gift can make mom cry. Those range from freshly plucked dandelion bouquets, handmade gifts, seeing my kids grow from childhood to adults and all the cherished memories we’ve made as a family.

I went straight into the workforce from high school, (no college) married three years later, and we both worked to put hubby through medical school. We started a family, dealt with cancer and had our share of obstacles and joys.

I did not begin my writing career in earnest until years later, when after my third birth (twins) I chose to be a stay-at-home mom (and all the volunteer work that involves) I wrote a weekly newspaper column on the importance of the Fine Arts. (near and dear to my heart) and bottom line, consider myself a renaissance woman, of sorts.

Fast forward several years to Mother’s Day. Joyous at having my family around me, I had not expected the “mom moment” my twin sons gave me when I was honored with an engraved brick (aka Pamela J Johnson) on the Plaza of Heroines in front of the Carrie Chapman Catt Center for Women and Politics on the campus of Iowa State University.

With it came letters from my adult twin sons explaining why they felt I deserved this honor. Please indulge then, my "mom moment while I share in brief what they said...

 “We wouldn’t be the people we are today without your influence. While “thank you “barely touches on my gratitude, it’s one way to say I love you.” Add to that- “You’re a mother, a cheerleader, a counselor, a mentor, a guide, an author, a banker, and an inspiration, just to name a few of your roles."

Heck yeah, I cried. Still do, every time my joy overflows, the waterworks start. And they all giggle, but with the knowledge that it's my love and gratitude for them that makes it happen.

My mom loves to travel as much as I do. Back in the 90s, she and her friends would take a week in the spring and take a gazillion pictures of wildflowers (especially bluebonnets). I didn't totally get it. Thinking back it's probably because my life was filled with three kids and everything they needed to do. I would have loved to go to a beach and just sit (still do--favorite destination). Now, I look forward to my drives with Tim or friends to check out bluebonnet season. You've seen the pictures on my #ThroughMyLens posts. I definitely learned my passion for wildflowers from my mom. It's a soothing past time to hunt for the perfect picture. It's also a time of renewing my soul. I'll never be able to look at bluebonnets without thinking of my mom.

It's been a while since my mom stole a week or two to paint in the hill country. But there are plenty of paintings from that time. One is hanging on my entry wall. 
My mom is 81 now (she's the one in the middle) and it's my privilege to take her to see wildflowers every spring. I love the gaps of pure joy when we top a hill and it's covered with colorful sprigs. Even after all these years, she and her friends (and me) are still in awe of God's handiwork.


Mother's Day has always been special to me. I know many people look at it as a made-up holiday for greeting card companies, but I delight every year in celebrating all the moms in my family. I'm one of the extremely lucky ones to be gettin' on in years myself but still have my mom with me. Not only is she still around at age 92, but she lives in her own townhome, is completely mentally with it (moreso than I am many days!), is still always available to chat about family, worries, politics, happy things, whatever. She has a Facebook page, is as easy to reach with a text as she is with a phone call, loves to share pictures, chat with her great-grandkids via Facetime or Messenger and, to top it off, just finished her second novel--a darling Hallmark-y romance! 
Me with Mom pre-Covid
She is still teaching all the younger moms in her family (me, and all her granddaughters and even some nieces) how to be strong, smart, active women who pass down wisdom and fun to their children. She certainly still teaches me how to be gracious, patient, understanding, and loving, although I am honestly still learning. 
My mom could be here another 10 years or leave us much sooner (I hope it's the former!) Either way, I am grateful for all she's taught us and still gives us and I'm more than happy to have a day when I can celebrate her specifically for being just the best mom!

E.E. Burke

I’ve been thinking about my mother a lot lately. Actually, I’ve been with her 24x7 for the past two weeks while she’s going through hospitalizations for serious heart problems. She’s never been really sick like this before. She was a nurse for 40 years and has lived a very full and eventful life with lots of energy for helping people, but now she needs help. 

She hates that. I would, too.

Mom feels much better when she can do something versus sit around do nothing. She’s also shaken because her natural tendency to step in and fix things isn’t much help. 

That’s all right, I tell her. I’m right there, picking up where she left off. I’m a fixer. Yes, I get that my mother. I’m also a helper, surprisingly to me. I don’t feel very much like a helper most days, but when someone needs me, I jump in with both feet. For me, it’s less about helping and more about “fixing things.”

Over the course of my life, there are things about my mom that really bugged me. I didn’t want to carry those things over in my life, but low and behold, there they are. Now I’m realizing that we take the bad with the good. Not that she’s bad or does bad things, but if you are a daughter, you know what I mean about your mom’s annoying habits. I picked up some of them. I also picked her many of her good qualities, and for that, I will always be grateful. 

I am beyond grateful for my mother. I’ve been a mother for 34 years, and this past year, I had the pleasure of seeing my eldest daughter become a mother. She’s doing an amazing job. If I had anything to do with it, it’s only because I was taught well about what it means to mother. 

BTW, Nana is utterly charmed and devoted to her little buddy, Henry. 

Happy Mother’s Day, mom. I love you so much and I cherish every single precious moment we can spend together.


My mom loved her garden. My childhood is full of memories of her spending every day (when the ground wasn't covered in snow) in her garden and also teaching me a fair bit about gardening. If only I could remember it all! 

This picture was taken the day before her birthday when she turned 85. 

Even in my mom's 80s when I asked her, "How long did you work in your garden today?" She replied, "Not very long - just 4 hours." And that was no joke.

But my mom also loved to joke around and was always up for shenanigans, big and small. Since I couldn't find a picture of my mom and me in a garden together, I decided to share this one from 2012 when we were playing around modeling our bathrobes. It was a simple thing, but it was great fun. 

I miss my mom every day, but I cherish the good times we shared and I feel her presence in every flower. I love you, Mom, and I think of you every day ❤️