French la Vie

 

 

A flower in her hair,

pink sweet little bloom.

My nieces looked through their yearbooks,

graduation is this weekend,

Molly graduates from the eighth grade,

Marie and Gina from high school,

and Sam from University.

They have grown, I know that is what everyone says when they haven't seen a child in awhile, oh but they have, they have. "The Seven Little Ones" (as I call them) remind me of how the "Seven Older Ones" use to look when they were the same age. I guess "little" they are no longer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday night, my Mother cooks dinner for the family.

My mother is an early riser, I am a night owl, but when I am home-

Early is the menu of the day.

 

At five the rooster starts calling out, in a round-about way they are like the church bells in France, both wake me up, both speak of yesteryear and tradition, both are constant, both have a place in their surroundings.

By ten I feel we have lived a full day. My mother is the motorized bunny.

 

It is her happiness to keep busy.

 

 

 

 

My mother's friends Linda and Ed, who I adore, bring a bouquet of roses from their garden to mother every Sunday morning.

 

What a blessing friendship is.

 

 

 

 

Every Monday (since the first grandchild was born) the grand children come to my Mother's home. This Monday was no exception. Happily the chores continued.

 

Today she had them wash some windows, take some branches down that had fallen on the roof,

wash some rugs… and then devoured "goodies" she had made them.

My mother is the Queen Bee of activity.

 

 

 

 

 

My mother's homemade chocolate chip cookies,

more than seven grandchildren and seven other family members could eat.

As I type this evening I can still smell their aroma. 

 

 

 

 

Home grown loving beauties.