My mother and me
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the moms out there. And for those of you for whom this holiday is a painful reminder of loss, my heartfelt sympathy.
Robins’ egg blue
My own day has been quiet but utterly delightful. First thing this morning, Peter and I spread some mulch and then went on a walk with Buddy. Peter noticed a beautiful robin’s egg in the road—hatched, but miraculously intact. After lunch, I went out for a latte, and was delighted when I had to stop for a moose crossing the road.
Assorted treasure
Next I paid a visit to a local antique store where I purchased a sextuplet of magical items for a song: two unusual watch fobs, a mourning pin, long brass key chain, a plump (and rather suggestive looking) sateen pin cushion and a wooden last with an unfinished shoe trimmed with triangles of gold leather still attached.
In the afternoon I spent some time organizing my studio before phoning my mother Evalynn and stepmom Carolyn. Our adult children, Jemesii and August, each called to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day. And then, the ultimate: sixteen year old Peter made dinner (braised chicken with tomatoes, onions and capers, a roasted beet salad with goat cheese and walnuts, followed by molten chocolate cake—recipes compliments of the NY Times Operation Mother’s Day). David filled the role of sous chef and provided several flower arrangements culled from our garden. The table was beautiful and the dinner absolutely delicious!
Head Chef Peter
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