Mother's Day


I already posted a lot of the Mother's Day Picnic photos here. It was a great day. But we also had a weekend of pure joy by planting 144 begonias in our front flowerbed, by request from Trip and Will. We went to the AWESOME nursery to pick up a few flats of flowers and crossed two bridges and picked out colors that we like. Then we planted all weekend. We also cooked a big roast lunch and bought a special basket for G, who was headed to FL this week. We got out the china, had mimosas and everything:).

From 'To A Young Son' by Julia Johnson Davis

In your face I sometimes see
Shadowings of the man to be,
And eager, dream of what my son
Will be in twenty years and one.

But when you are to manhood grown
And all your manhood ways are known,
Then shall I, wistful, try to trace
The child you once were in your face?

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MY LITTLE ONE - By Tennessee Williams

My little one whose tongue is dumb, whose fingers cannot hold to things, who is so mercilessly young, he leaps upon the instant things, I hold him not.

Indeed, who could? He runs into the burning wood. Follow, follow if you can! He will come out grown to a man and not remember whom he kissed, who caught him by the slender wrist and bound him by a tender yoke which, understanding not, he broke.

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We are so very glad that you are happy...
long may you keep so, my dear boy...
May you go on as well
as you have begun.
- Charles Darwin

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