knee deep in weeds

notes on a simple life

Mother's Day

“A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.” 
― Barbara Kingsolver

The week is full of rain and goodness. The sun makes an appearance, for an hour or two, each day just to keep us on our toes. We spend every hour, it is not raining, in the yard, until I declare a "no working " day. He does not complain. 

Are we getting too old for this? 

We head up to see the kids a day early. (Another excuse to not work outside?) I am excited to walk their yard and paths to see what is blooming. New yards, this time of year,  are like opening a present every few days. I bring my garden gloves and a couple perennial books to leave with them. 

On Saturday Courtney and I head to the farmers market, the first one of the season for me. There are new venders, lilacs, yummy bread, baby turnips and spring goodness. We stroll through every booth and then I leave her with her favorite father-in-law and head up the street to meet the newlyweds, while they make one last trip to the old condo with the truck. 

“For at the end of the day, what matters is never the wine, it's always the moment; it's always the people.”  
― Olivier Magny, Into Wine: An Invitation to Pleasure

We all come together for dinner to celebrate Katie's birthday where we laugh and clink glasses. Later we walk to Mallards for ice cream before heading back to the house.  I fall into bed tired, happy and full of gratitude. 


I sleep in, way past my norm, and wake up ready to walk with a couple of the dogs before I even have my coffee. I look for light, breathe deep and pay attention. Later there is dinner and we mothers are showered with love and too much food. He and I pack up and head home. Basil is so tried he sleeps the whole way home. 

I think about Mom off and on all weekend and can hear her wise words in my head; life is really about the journey and love. Oh, and a clean kitchen! 

I get how blessed I am.  I vow to live my life with an open heart and try my best to let go of restrictions I put on myself. I understand the importance of taking a few risks and jumping at chances that come my way, even if it scares me and I fail, because a safe journey is not always the most fulfilling. And, I think I am questioning less and enjoying more. I am working on the journey Mom, I am. 

I decide to declare more "no working " days, knowing it will all be there when I get to it, but this moment in life won't. 

And,  like Mom use to say. . .  

I have earned it.