Well, it’s been a bit of a whirlwind since I last popped in; but there were celebrations to be had – so it wasn’t all bad …
May day. I’m of the belief that one should never outgrow May day. As a matter of fact, in a perfect world, I think our pots, planters, and gardens would be full of flowers from friends. But, alas, this concept does not seem to be catching on. All the same, I usually load up my car with annuals and perennials – cut flowers for my grama and her friends – and hit the road. Due to my writing project and impending company, I had to scale back this year. And it went downhill from there. Seriously. I missed streets and had to turn around multiple times; notes were falling off the flowers; flowers were tipping, spilling potting soil all over my car. I was grouchy. On May day. Suddenly, I began to question why it was I do what I do. Who’s even going to miss it? Just when I was about to call it a tradition, I received a call from one of my grama’s friends. At ninety-one years of age, she had never received a May basket – the happiness echoed in her voice. There it was; my reason… and the reason I will continue on next year…
Birthdays. My aunt was visiting this past weekend. Her birthday was yesterday and we pretty much partied all weekend. We went to a movie and ate out; we chatted and laughed until we cried. We had a lot of fun. Now I’ve known a lot of people who continually celebrate “21” – people who view birthdays as “just another day.” But last night, as we toasted another year, I was overcome with gratitude for a mum who made birthdays special. Each and every one was special – special meals and desserts; candles, confetti, streamers; presents selected with care and wrapped in glittery paper. But the greatest gift of all? Happiness. And what better way to begin a new year?
I absolutely love my flower and am so blessed to know you. Thank you and I hope your week is not too crammed. March was like that for us! But, here we are and we survived! Have a great day!