Mother’s Day
Is it Mother’s Day, though, or would Mothers’ Day be more appropriate? I have all the flowers, obviously, courtesy of my lovely Offspring, and I ate all the cake, courtesy of R’s generosity and my own shameless greed. But I … Continued
Is it Mother’s Day, though, or would Mothers’ Day be more appropriate? I have all the flowers, obviously, courtesy of my lovely Offspring, and I ate all the cake, courtesy of R’s generosity and my own shameless greed. But I … Continued
“Oh!” said the Boy Wonder (all other tactics for delaying our departure from the park having failed). “Flowers! Go look at the pitty flowers?” “They are lovely, aren’t they?” I said. “Beautiful.” “Byooful,” agreed B, attaching himself to the railing. … Continued
I was pushed for time today, caught between a heap of desk work I wanted to complete and an evening choir rehearsal. I’d hoped to make quick foray into the garden with the camera at some point in the day, … Continued
I love tulip season. I bought a bunch of these parrot tulips earlier in the week, and though they’re quite fragile – I’ve already lost two to collapsed stems, even though I spotted the possibility and wired them – I’m … Continued