Well I’m glad I enjoyed all those warm and fuzzy moments at Council Point Park yesterday, because there were zero doses of cuteness today.
And, speaking of warm moments, the weather was not as stellar as Saturday. When I left the house this morning, it was overcast, dismal looking, and even chilly with a breeze.
Thankfully, my car behaved and did not trigger the alarm on its own, thus disturbing the peace in the neighborhood. I still don’t know what caused that Twilight Zone moment yesterday.
I passed many lilac trees and bushes en route to Council Point Park, and, this morning’s breeze helped to carry the scent of those beautiful flowers straight to my nostrils. Ahhh – breathing in was like inhaling the finest potpourri.
Even though I left later, once I arrived at the Park, I discovered I was the only one there. Perhaps the walkers and runners were taking Mom out to breakfast, or they were at church. Even the ducks, geese and squirrels were tucked away in some hidey hole, spending quality time with their respective kin. I never stopped to chat with a single soul, nor interact with any critters, or even take any pictures. My mouth, pockets and camera case all stayed zipped shut. That’s okay, the camera got a big workout yesterday.
I kept an eye to the sky and it looked kind of ominous, so I walked kind of fast. I got my steps done in record time and was soon back in the house sipping coffee.
Today is devoted to honoring our moms and even their moms if you so desire. Though my mom and maternal grandmother are no longer here, I think of them every day.
Photographs and memories, and … even writing about them in this blog, all help to keep them alive in my mind. I am grateful for the family photo albums that are crammed full of pictures of each of them through the years, and, though I treasure our three-generation picture taken in a photo studio, I similarly cherish those pictures of Mom and Nanny together, or the occasional candid shot from back in the day. After my mom passed away, I went through all the photo albums and digitized my favorite photos. Next, I bought frames for some of those same photos and set them out around the house. It was a Pollyanna effort on my part to remember the smiles and the happy times, and to help erase the mental picture of both Mom and Nanny’s declining health in the years before they died.
If you’re a mom, I hope your day was special, and, if your mom is living, I hope you told her you loved her today … and always.
I’ll leave you with Sophocles’ wise quote:
Children are the anchors that hold a mother to life.