Sunday, May 13, 2007

 

Gorgeous Mother's Day, here...

...for more reasons than just the weather, which is warm (mid to high 70's), bit of a breeze, exactly to my mother's tastes. She's been out in the yard a couple of times in the last few days and is excited, as well, about Mother's Day. No company, as usual, but, this Mother's Day, she has received, or is receiving (one, I understand, will arrive today) bouquets from all her daughters. Our house is full of flowers; my mother is beside herself in flower glory! So are our cats, especially Mr. Man, who likes to nibble on them; luckily, he takes discreet bites.
    Mom wanted ham, again, for Mother's Day, but I argued that we've had ham three times since Christmas (which involves getting a bone in half ham, then having it in various guises for a week or more) and, although I don't dislike ham, I'm getting sick of it. She laughed and we ran through a variety of other possible main dishes. The one that sounded best to her was Beef tri-tip strips slow roasted in Hoisin sauce with my peculiar additives; a cheese tortellini salad with sun dried tomatoes, artichokes, Bermuda onions, green peppers, a variety of olives and a tart, lemon laced dressing; for dessert, a fresh, home made raspberry cobbler with freshly whipped cream. She's probably salivating in her sleep as I'm writing this.
    Not much to report, except that gardening is becoming a feature of our daily lives; Mom supervising, me doing the work. Which reminds me...I've got some mid-morning watering to do...better get at it.
    Later.

Comments:
Originally posted by Mona Johnson: Tue May 15, 06:49:00 PM 2007

Gail, just back from a trip, and glad to see that all is well with you and your mom.


Originally posted by Patty McNally Doherty: Wed May 16, 09:25:00 AM 2007

There are some "aging" blogs that fill my heart with worry and dread, and there are some "aging" blogs that fill my heart with sadness. And then there's your blog. What creativity and tenderness your writing exposes, the deep love that runs from one generation to the next, like a river to the sea.

You are a great beacon of hope to all who care to look. Just wanted to let you know in case, in the middle of some dark hour, you forget.
 
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