No, the best present for a mother, because her five children are all grown and far away and cannot collect her wild flowers with broken stems and perfectly missing petals or pin abstract big brush paintings on the wall, or at age 11 busk with a didgereedoo outside the music store counting in the money until he has enough to buy her a favourite CD.
The best present is a Cleaning Lady for the day from the Matriarch. Only another mother would understand the joy of a house-work-free day! Yesterday my house was scrubbed from one end to the other. Brilliant. In the afternoon I wrote for hours. Just worked with words. I just sat in my summer office, with the windows open, in a lovely clean sweet smelling house and worked on the story!
I am telling you this now because when word gets out these amazing women who clean will be all snapped up. So find her. Bring her home. Or buy an apron and a duster. This is the best Mother’s Day present for someone like me.
Good morning. Today is dawning clear, sunny and soggy. We have mammoth puddles still covering the fields, which is wonderful for the frogs. Last night the air was full of frog and toad sounds. The half planted Frog Garden already has two big fat residents. Mary’s cat has taken to lying on the board walk of the Frog Garden with one arm sleepily dangled through the slats to the water below, like a lazy fishing line with a claw hook. It won’t work Puss. The frogs can see you!
Have a lovely day.