My mom has been talking about how she never gets to leave town anymore, so on Mother's Day I thought it might be nice if we took a day trip into the mountains.
Mom has always loved going up to Natural Bridge State Park for lunch.
It's just an hour's drive from us so it's not too terribly tiring for her.
She has lost 20 pounds recently and her clothes are all too large, so we went last week and bought her a pretty new lavender outfit for the special day.
The line for the lunch buffet was out the door, but not one person was willing to argue with a little 4' 9" 93 year old woman when she broke into the front of the line. I may have to take her more places with me.
I was happy to see her eating as she hasn't had much appetite lately. She does love that catfish.
It was a beautiful day. The temperature was in the mid 80s, the sky was blue, and there was a really lovely breeze blowing, which kept it from being too hot.
After I got her settled back into the car after lunch we decided to drive back through the Red River Gorge. It is one of our favorite drives.
She was really proud of herself for not falling asleep, and it gave her a chance to reminisce.
She started talking about the trips she used to take with her mother. My grandmother loved to drive and she would always take my mom with her. Apparently they drove to Ashland Kentucky a couple of times to see a woman name Pherbie. What a name.
My grandmother loved to hike in the mountains, and she told my mom that the first time she went to the Smokey Mountains she rode on a logging train by herself.
She was a pretty strong women. My mom said she thinks I take after her, which was a pretty great compliment. My grandmother often seemed stern, but I know that she kept the family business going through the Great Depression.
That business is still there today. It is still owned and run by members of my family, and it is now the oldest florist in Kentucky. The blue house on the left is where my mom grew up and where I spent many wonderful visits.
Mother's Day turned out to be a good day. Hope yours was too.
Leaving Atlanta behind was hard, but having to face my filthy, messy booth was even harder.
YIKES!!! Where does all of the black dirt come from?
I didn't take any before photos, because I didn't want to ever have a reminder of just how messy it had gotten in a couple of weeks.
I swear it looked like someone had come in and tossed everything into the middle of the floor.
There is also the problem of things from other booths being dropped off in mine.
Thank goodness I only have to take them to a table at the front. The mall where I am located is in three large warehouse buildings. I have had to walk around on occasion to find missing items from my booth (not everyone is good about taking them up front), and it isn't really the way I want to get my exercise.
May is always a slow month. Like me, everyone is out checking out the yard sales.
It's a good time for me to stock up though, and I also have been buying from some local online auctions.
As soon as the weather starts really heating up people will start heading back to the mall where they can browse in the air conditioning. I want to be ready.
I am getting back into reading. I was having a hard time concentrating for awhile this winter and wondered if I needed glasses beyond my readers. The eye doctor pronounced my vision to be 20/20. So no more excuses for not doing something I love.
Have you read any of the Maisie Dobbs books by Jacqueline Winspear. I love them.
The books, which take place in England, begin in WWI and have moved forward through time with each book. This latest novel takes place after the breakout of WWII. Maisie is a combination psychologist and private eye. She also does some spying along the way. Along with all of the intrigue there are large slices of life.
The sun is hiding today so I think I will stay home and list some things in my Etsy shop.
It was a whirlwind week in Atlanta, but every minute was wonderful.
I have lots to share, but I thought I would focus on my time with Tessa first.
I have three wonderful grandchildren and I make sure to give time to each of them when I am there, but Tessa, who is five, demands a lot more of my attention.
Each morning around 6:30 I would hear a light tapping on my door. I would always say, "who is it?", and Tessa would always say, "Nana, it's me Tessa".
With a little giggle and a giant leap she would be in my bed and under the covers. That was our special time to snuggle, read and look for dragons, and talk about the day ahead.
On this morning she was accompanied by her purple unicorn that I gave her for her last birthday.
Watching Tessa play soccer was a real treat. Her coach said she put in a lot of extra effort that day. I think she was trying to impress her Nana, and it worked. I was very impressed. She was the only girl on her team and she was definitely the fastest runner.
One of my favorite days was the day we made stone soup. While my daughter and her husband were working hard in the yard, Tessa and I were hardly working. We collected stones, weeds, grasses, and a few flowers and stirred up a big pot of stone soup in a flower pot.
After letting it simmer in the sun for a few hours we unanimously decided it was the best stone soup ever.
There is nothing better in the world than time with a precious grandchild. No matter how stressful the world is, everything seems to fade into the background when you step into their world.
It is a time when life is reduced to rain boots and waders for a day of play in the park.
On the road again....I can't wait to get on the road again.
Actually, I am on the road today heading down to Atlanta.
It has been four months since I have seen my daughters and grandchildren and I am literally chomping at the bit to see their sweet faces and scoop them up in big hugs.
After enduring another day of blowing snow on Monday I am looking forward to some frost free days. I am so over wintry weather, and although it will be mainly in the sixties while I am in Georgia those temps will be much better than what I have been dealing with.
Whatever the temperatures are I will be too busy playing and visiting with the kids to really care.
I may get in a quick post while I am gone, but I am leaving my laptop at home so that I am not tempted.
Hopefully by the time I get back to central Kentucky on the 25th spring weather will have finally arrived.
My friend and I are putting our names into the hat for a garden plot and I am hoping we get one. If so it will be time to start planting in a couple of weeks.
Hope everyone has a wonderful week and that it warms up where you are.
Anyone that knows me knows that I love houseplants, and I love them even more now that I am living in an apartment with no outdoor space.
Houseplants are pretty much the only way to satisfy my itch to dig in the dirt.
Here's my dilemma though. I don't have a whole lot of light or space to work with. There is a double window in my living room and a single window in my bedroom.
I want more plants, but I also want plants that will survive the low light areas of my apartment.
I love spider plants and I had one that was really thriving. However, a year ago I had an infestation of fungus gnats and my spider plant really suffered. Most of the babies died.
I was able to save a couple of them and after rooting and transplanting them they are doing well. I have this pot in the window, but research tells me that spider plants also do well with reflected light and being misted. They also like hanging baskets, so I think I will work on a way to hang this one.
Diffenbachia (Dumb Cane) is another good choice. This is mine and you can see that it is thriving. I traded a home grown tomato last summer for this plant. I think I got the better deal.
Diffenbachia has a good tolerance for indoor conditions. It likes filtered light and can grow to be quite large. The leaves need to be cleaned regularly, which is something I need to do with all of my plants.
I love palms and don't have one at the moment. I was afraid that I don't have enough light, but apparently the Parlor Palm tolerates low light.
Apparently this March has been our snowiest March on record.
When you add in all of the rain and gloom it doesn't make people very happy.
It has caused me to feel very discontented.
Spring is normally my favorite time of year. I love seeing the trees bloom and green popping out everywhere. I love the feel of sunshine and warm breezes on my face. I love shedding winter clothes and putting on sandals for the first time in months.
This year that has not happened. Instead, every time I try to pack away my winter clothes the temps once again take a dive downwards.
I am trying to take on the attitude of.
I am trying hard to be positive about where I am living, but to be honest it is difficult. My family is 400 miles away and I am missing out on watching my grandchildren grow up.
It will be another three years until I can get into the apartment I have signed up for. By then my oldest grandchild will be leaving for college.
I think I need an infusion of childhood smiles, of playing, and giggling for no reason at all.
I think I need to plan a road trip south next month.
I really wish winter and spring would quit being at war. Spring has officially sprung and it is time for winter to just give it up already.
I for one am tired of seeing the blossoms and new leaves buried under snow.
Wednesday my daughter, Katy flew from Atlanta to Washington, in a blizzard, to meet with members of congress. She is advocating for the Immune Deficiency Foundation to make sure that she and millions of others keep their health benefits. I am so proud of her.
As I write this I am listening to the songs of the birds. They know that spring is here and they are calling to their mates. Is there anything sweeter than that sound in the early morning?
Easter will be here soon. I was thinking yesterday about childhood Easter outfits. We used to get so dressed up for Easter in hats, fancy dresses, gloves and patent leather shoes. My father made sure that we each had a corsage. (I am telling my age)
Easter was spent here in Kentucky at my grandparent's house. We would drive down from Canada for the long weekend and I can remember how wonderful the warm air felt.
I used to help out in the florist bagging corsages. My grandmother paid me a couple of dollars and I thought it was the most important job in the world.
I've manged to kill off one of the plants in my terrarium. Not enough light I guess or maybe I'm not watering the way I should. I have never been too successful with terrariums, but I love the little one that I have so I am going to replace the plant and try again.
This is when I really miss my grandfather and his expertise on things that grow.
I don't know about you, but I have a busy day planned. Time to get in the shower and get myself going.