Mother's Day 2011

Happy Mother's Day, Mom D, from your boys!

I think my Mother-in-law enjoyed having her boys visit her this past Sunday!

May Flowers

Despite the rain, it's been a lovely Spring for flowers!

These creek side trees remind me of rippled reflections, or perhaps a Charles Birchfield watercolor.

Sometimes the shadows rival the flowers for attention.

A bit of sunlight adds extra joy.

Trout lily in bloom.

It's modified baseball season, too! (Our team had their first win at their home field today, and our player had some great hits, catches and runs)!

Besides admiring flowers, I finally finished this quilt I made for my brother's birthday and gave it to him on Mother's day.

Speakiing of Mother's day, last year, I planted the tulips we gave my Mom when she was at the Willowpoint nursing home after they were past their prime. This past week, their lemon yellow blooms greet us daily by our driveway. Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I'm glad you were my Mom. Your love and memory continues in all who knew you.

Newly divided primroses find a home in my back garden.

I've noticed the barn that Dan built serves as backdrop for many of our pictures, adding a touch of red.

Sunlight transforms petals into stained glass beauty.

You can actually eat violets, but I just enjoy looking at them!

These sunlit tulips just make me smile!

Easter Greetings!

The sweet smell of hyacinths and trumpet lilies transport me to childhood Easter Sunday sanctuaries, scented with an overpowering fragrance that symbolized joy and redemption! Flowers symbolize this redemptive holiday more to me than mythical Easter bunnies that deliver candy and eggs to good Christian children all over the land on Easter morn.

I admit, I'm a daffodil addict! One cannot have enough of these sunny, joy filled flowers. The sight of them offer proof of making it through yet another long Winter! They can also symbolize victory over death or symbolize the amazing life cycle all living creatures experience. The bulb (or any seed for that matter- wrinkled pea, kale, tiny poppy seed or whatever) looks lifeless and inert when buried in the ground, unseen but not forgotten. Given moisture and nutrients, this buried bulb develops roots. Warmth produces more growth. It emerges, grows, blooms beautifully, passes its peak, withers and apparently dies, but simple observation shows that the cycle repeats over and over again!

("Hi!")

Another scent of Easter is the good smell of bread baking. My Dad always made hot cross buns. I made some egg bread this morning. Above, is "BEFORE" and below is "AFTER!"



Easter Greetings to all and enjoy all the renewed promises this season and its flowers offers!

Ground breaking news-Focus on Crocus!

SPRING IS HERE!

Crocus season doesn't last long, but it speaks directly to my soul in the language of sunlight and beesong. Feast your eyes on these beautiful goblets filled with Spring's joy!

Flash!

Participated in two line dance flash mobs at the mall today! Several area line dance classes converged at center court and danced two dances then went on shopping as if nothing happened.