What a glorious day. I am feeling grateful for the sun. I am feeling grateful for the green grass, the growing roses, and the fresh blooms. With so much destruction due to storms in parts of our country I can't help but appreciate a simple walk across the lawn....and walking through the door to our home, and our family gathered around the table.
I am remembering childhood days making construction paper baskets and cones, filled with cut tulips or lilacs, or handfuls of candy, left on a front porch with a push of a doorbell and a dash into the shrubs to avoid getting caught on a sunny first day of May. Did you do that too?
Some of our roses are entering their second season, some their third, and a few their fourth. Every year they grow back fuller and more enthusiastic. Hundred of buds like the one below are about to show off. Mother's Day tends to be the grand unveiling....as if they hold a group secret and cannot contain themselves any longer, bursting open in full glory one week from now.
What a grand party we witnessed this weekend. England does it so well. At first the ringing of the bells and the gathered crowds reminded me of the Diana memorial. How wonderful to now associate that sound with a beautiful, young, handsome couple....couldn't have been more perfect, don't you think? Loved watching with my dear friends. Cheers, tears, and applause. Loved the RED uniform. Loved peeking into the day, the pagentry, the history.
