Logan called from Portland. He's getting ready to come to town for Rent this summer. Both the boys will be here in August along with my lovely daughter-in-law and the grands. My daughter-in-law spent the weekend in Paris with a group of friends she met in her ex-pat mothers' group in Milan. Paris in May. Niiiice! The Bear said, it's like flying from Seattle to Portland ~ $40. I had to remind him, it's nothing like flying to Portland. For $40, it's cheaper to fly to Paris than to stay in Milan!
Oh, this wonderful generation of children.
I was thinking of my mother and my friends who are mothers; all the things I've learned from these wonderful women in my life.
My mother was S*M*A*R*T, she was extremely well-read, inquisitive, discerning, supportive, had an eye for detail and was a total man magnet.
My friend Barb is S*M*A*R*T, a true and generous friend. Has a perfect sense of what she calls being a goalie. When I run a problem past her, she gives me insight into how to avoid disaster from the start. I learned how to prepare a complete meal from her. She's extemely well-read, interested in philosophy and why people do things. She has a full-body laugh, a full-body hug and a ready smile. And, she's a total man magnet!
My friend Audrey is S*M*A*R*T. She has saved my bacon more than once. She is generous. She does things I admire and have never done ~ a book club, an art workshop in France, for instance. She on a continual search for her path to art. She lives her values, has a darling sense of humour and, is a total man magnet.
I'm sensing a pattern.
My friend, Marylou, my friend, Mary, my friend, Susan, my friend, Marie, my friend, Sally ~ all S*M*A*R*T women of substance, generous with their time and energy. Women who live their values; lead full and interesting lives and are life-long learners. Inspirational all. Women who have raised accomplished children, overcome very difficult events with grace and optimism.
What a great Mother's Day ~ all things I needed to remember.
Day 31 Everyday Grateful ~
Talked with Barb about when to cut her daffodils.
Sent the photos of braiding the leaves
until they dry. I was reminded of the
little blue plants that have
naturalised in my yard. I love them!
I wait until they are completely through
flowering before I cut the grass
in the lower garden. I have this romantic notion
it looks like a Little Woodland Glen
and not a complete mess!
So much of life is perception.
Sheets hanging in the sun to dry.
Sunny
Happy
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