Happy Mother's Day Eve.... in Secrets from myself

  • May 10, 2014, 12:54 p.m.
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Spring and Mother's Day are coinciding. Best weather for a weekend, best weather for the year, period. Sunshine and warmth and blue skies and happiness.

I went to town this morning - and found it busy. People are buying things to plant. The hanging baskets and pots of geraniums are at the prime. The greenhouse that sets up at the discount store is buzzing with buyers and lookers.

I came home by different neighbors and saw a driveway full of cars and a backyard full of kids. I saw a soninlaw on the deck staring into space.

My brother lives on that road too and it's a road I used to walk a fair amount. It was a good one-way walk, a little too far for to and fro. A friend had her first bicycle ride of the season this morning. This would be a better bicycle trek than a walk.

I had two unexpected mother's day greetings.

A card came in the mail with a wonderful picture of mother and cub polar bears. And yesterday at work a woman wished me Happy Mother's day. I said I was surprised. She said didn't I know it was Mother's Day. I said I knew that but I hadn't known I was her mother. So now I have a new daughter and she comes with three more grandsons. I asked their names. Tyler and Isaac and I forget the other one. Her name is Nancy and she is a very pleasant woman.

My real progeny is in attendance. Son John is upstairs sweeping. Son Jim is planting corn. Daughterinlaw Deb and granddaughter Katie and grandson Will are in town with the other grandmother. According to Facebook, Subway sandwiches are in order.

I have a pan of chili - with black and kidney beans in it - on the stove. I'm tending the washing machine too. And I have a package of sunflower seeds to plant in the new tulip and daffodil garden.

Life is good. Let's hope our share of it is fair. And sweet.

(Tulip photo is a cropping of a phone pic Jim took last year or the years before. Daffies are out but tulips need another week or so.)


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