Greeting for a rainy Monday morning… Enjoy your day. And may all your weeds be wildflowers!

A lot of people in NH woke up to a nasty surprise this morning.  Snow.  It’s the 14th of May for crying out loud,  and Mother’s Day to boot! Despite this unfortunate spite from mother nature, I am forging on. Began the day having a nice breakfast with Alex in spite of the cold, driving rain. Later Steve and I went for a drive to visit some nurseries – tromping around in the rain, buying plantings for a warmer day.  Of course, as a member of the seasonal police, I was on high alert during our ride – taking note of all the faux pas in people’s yards. Anyone who has an orange Christmas wreath on their door on Mother’s Day, TAKE IT DOWN! It requires minimal effort!  I saw several of these today, along with window boxes full of poinsettias, and one very sad squishy pumpkin on a doorstep. Red bows, reindeer, drippy lights hanging off the roof – got to go! I know it’s cold, but the expiration date has passed on Christmas  decorations. Came home, poured myself a cabernet ( my cold weather wine) and defiantly hung my new plant. Enough already.

This is my very first post on my new blog site. Still learning how to navigate, so please bear with me. This is actually an old piece written several years ago, but it is my very favorite. Kind of a Mother’s Day thought.

 So here goes……

It’s a midsummer night. The heat of the day has settled into a haze over the meadow. The soothing drone of a baseball game plays a lullaby in the background – barbecue grills and lawn mowers have gone to sleep for the day.  I step onto the porch for a moment to reflect, and somewhere in the darkness I hear children laughing and running in the yard across the way. It takes a moment to focus, but then I see them. Fireflies. Dancing aross the meadow in a silent light show. Dozens of fireflies. The children chase them – jars open, laughing in the midsummer night. I close my eyes. Suddenly three decades have slipped away.  I am on another porch in another time, and the children chasing fireflies are mine. Their laughter echos in my head as if it were yesterday, and for an instant I am back there calling them in to the house for bed. Where did the time go, and how did those children disappear so quickly? I open my eyes and head back to the baseball game.  My children have meadows of their own now in another place and time. The memory of who they were makes me smile. And the magic of the fireflies still holds them near.