I had a lovely Mother’s Day weekend. Saturday morning, I spent gardening. I planted the pumpkin, lettuce, kale, zucchini, and cucumber seedlings in the greenhouse. Then, I spent Saturday afternoon enjoying my middle granddaughter’s 4th “Spiderman” birthday party. Sunday morning included my oldest daughter and the rest of the grandkids, then my son called me for a nice long chat. I was spoiled with new blue-tipped eyelashes for my car, candles, a plant, and flowers. Later that day, my husband and I took a Harley ride with the youngest daughter and her husband.
I only wrote two poems on this ride to Lake Bullards, since I was too busy taking pictures and simply enjoying the moment. The day ended with the first BBQ of the year. I still haven’t gotten back to writing like I should, as the birthdays and events continue, but the memories being created are worth it.
Lake Bullard with my youngest daughter, Danielle, her husband, Paul, and my husband “Creator of the Magical Trail”. You’ve met Danielle here before on this blog. Today is her birthday! Happy Birthday, Danielle xo
Here is one of the poems I wrote:
Hands of the oak trees
Reach down from the steep hills
For a quick high five as we pass
Welcoming us back to nature’s home
Under the blue skies lit by a glowing orb
The wind carries back my gratitude
And it disperses my love
To the shades of green lining the peaks
And the tall, round, and coned vegetation
That surround these generous trees
The beauty seems to go on into eternity
On our magical Mother’s Day ride
With the hands of oak trees greeting us.
My kids. The first picture is from last Christmas, and the second picture is from a Christmas a long, long time ago…
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I will be silent here and on social media from May 24th-June 1st because I’ll be on vacation. So no blog next week. I will try to check in, and post a picture or two. I’ll be back on June 2nd with June’s book reviews.
Embrace your inner child with the magic that surrounds you. D.L. Finn