Mother's Day, Continued

I know this will post the day AFTER Mother's Day, but still.  It will be a Mother's Day "long weekend" not only because mothers everywhere deserve it, but because I write this on Saturday, so that I can spend Sunday, without the interruption of blog writing, with my mom.  :)

This poem seems most appropriate, since she planted most of these flowers in my yard and because we'll be working outside on Mother's Day.  Thanks Mom.  Love You.

Love you too, Mom Graham.

Nature the gentlest mother is,

Impatient of no child,

The feeblest or the waywardest,

Her admonition mild

In forest and the hill

By traveller be heard, 

Restraining rampant squirrel

Or too impetuous bird.

How fair her conversation

A summer afternoon,

Her household her assembly;

And when the sun go down,

Her voice among the aisles

Incite the timid prayer

Of the minutest cricket,

The most unworthy flower.

When all the children sleep,

She turns as long away

As will suffice to light her lamps,

Then bending from the sky

With infinite affection

An infinter care,

her golden finger on her lip,

Wills silence everywhere.

Emily Dickinson

Happy Mother's Day to All!  You are appreciated and loved.

I love you TOO!

Don't show this pic Tan.  It has weeds.

Alright.  Time to go.