For all the mothers out there and especially my own! Happy Mother's Day!
For me it was another day of gardening and trying to catch up with a very late winter. Two weeks ago we had snow. Tomorrow this is what we expect:
Here's a bit of our newest project - a butterfly garden, which means tearing up 1/3 of the front yard. I'm using Barbara Damrosch's Theme Gardens book as a guide for the many flower and flowering bush plantings.
The flower boxes have been planted, but I still have to paint all the white trim. This is part of the springtime ritual for me, sort of a "right of passage" into summer most people would just as soon avoid.
After a nice chicken dinner that hubbo cooked, we had homemade vanilla custard ice cream with raspberries soaked in St. Germaine elderflower liqueur. Very nice indeed!
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his. - Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest