Loaded leaden clouds stack the sky, watching gloomily as the western wind whips waves of grass into a silky frenzy in the moments before the deluge, before the land and sea and sky open up in a soul-rending cry as the world quakes and convulses, heaves and buckles, trembles and dies.
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Hoo boy, am I tired! It was a wild weekend, between holding a garage sale and spending time with the family on Mother’s Day. It’s kinda nice to be back at work today, where I can get a bit of rest.
The garage sale went well, and Mother’s Day was fun, too. We watched Star Wars in the morning and spent time with my in-laws in the afternoon and evening, but poor Seymour and Thumper were so tired after Saturday’s sale that they spent most of the movie asleep.
How was your weekend? Did all you moms out there have a great Mother’s Day?
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Happy Mother’s Day, everybody! Spoil the moms in your life with flowers and kitties!
Hope you have a great day filled with family and fun! 🙂
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Our crabapple tree is blooming. I love it when the crabapple trees bloom. 🙂
Do you have a favorite flowering tree?
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Today’s photo features me as a teenager. Well, I’m in there somewhere – see that little speck of purple? That’d be me. 🙂
Way back when, my friends and I had lots of fun shooting roll after roll of film on my little point-and-shoot camera. I have so many great photos from my teen years! What I love about this one is the color – just look at all those greens!
Don’t forget to stop by Charnele’s blog and see what she’s got for today.
What did you enjoy doing with your friends in your younger years?
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In the process of picking up the yard Saturday, I also pruned my rhubarb patch. It was starting to go to seed, so I pulled the seed pods out and tossed them in a pile, but the thing about pulling seed pods is that they often pull up a stalk or two of rhubarb along with them.
I figured as long as I was inadvertently pulling rhubarb, I may as well pick some intentionally, too.
I picked all of this rhubarb Saturday afternoon, and there’s lots more where that came from!
We spent a lot of time outside Sunday afternoon, and it was really quite fun. Bubbles helped Seymour with the sandbox, Cricket played with his tricycle, Thumper picked flowers, and Miss Tadpole wandered around. She climbed trees, chatted with the guys, and followed the boys around.
At one point, she helped Thumper pick flowers. He already had quite a few, but by the time the two of them were finished, they had quite a bouquet. 🙂
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For today’s story, I was inspired by one of my many (incomplete) trunk novels. Someday I want to go back to it and not only finish it, but polish the crap out of it, because it’s a story I love.
He laughs in her memory, the sound warm as fire and sweet as honey; for one brief, shining moment, she remembers what it was to be young and in love, a feeling she hasn’t known since the day he left her, cold and alone, with only a note to soothe her broken heart, and she longs to have his arms wrapped around her one last time to keep the cold and loneliness at bay forever.
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Thumper absolutely hates naps. He also hates being interrupted. In this case, he was mad because we interrupted play time with his cousins for nap time with us:
I snapped these on our way home from Miss Birdie’s baptism Sunday afternoon. He never said a word, but his expression said it all:
“I can’t believe you did that, Mom.”
“I don’t need a nap – I’m not tired.”
“I’m going to look as pathetic as possible until you crack and let me out to play.”
I managed to resist his adorable little pout, though. And he did eventually fall asleep, only to wake up five minutes later when Miss Tadpole insisted that we absolutely must stop for a bathroom break because there was no way she could hold it till we got home.
*sigh*
So much for nap time. At least he wasn’t grumpy. 🙂
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Miss Birdie and me. 🙂
Photo by Seymour
Well! Now that I’ve had a good night’s sleep, I’m feeling a little more with it today (but only a little bit because, once again, I’m being plagued with headaches and hoping they sort themselves out sooner rather than later). So, about my fun-but-exhausting weekend…
Saturday we spent the better part of the day picking up sticks and pine cones so that Seymour could mow the lawn after work. We have a couple acres and a lot of trees, so it took for-freaking-ever. We were out there till well after dark, and it stormed Saturday night and Sunday morning, so now all the sticks we picked up are once more littering the yard. *sigh* This was the first time we’ve mowed lawn this year, and it badly needed cutting.
Sunday we headed south for my goddaughter, Birdie’s, baptism. I hadn’t yet seen Miss Birdie, even though she’s five weeks old, and I may or may not have monopolized the baby-holding.
Suddenly they all died. The end. 