I gave out carnations and baby's breath to mothers/grand-mothers/great-grandmothers on Mother's Day Sunday at church. The leftovers came back to me.
May's lilacs were lovely, scenting the village. The pioneers who first settled here during the gold rush, must have missed this shrub from their homelands, as they are everywhere. I went up and down the alleys of the village to pick these that hung over fences. My mother painted lilacs on the limoge china vase for Old Man Watching and was painting his favorite flower on it when she died. It needed another firing but Old Man liked it the way it was. She was making it for a Christmas present but died on St.Patrick's Day in March. I can't believe it was the 80's when she died.
We had taken the RV home for a week and went back to luckily find the best spot for the Grandkids' visit. The geese came early one morning with 4 goslings.
Our grand-daughter came for her week of playing hooky and being with Nanny for fishing/camping/horsemanship.
She took 4 days of horsemanship and was doing rising trots by the last afternoon. She was even doing hoof pick up and cleaning on the second day....Nanny had a fun time with her.