Reflections on the Seventh Week of Spring

At Wells Wood nature celebrates Mother's Day with trilliums and lilacs. This year the flowers arrived just in time. I, however, celebrated early and long. The previous weekend, I flew to Florida to visit Mom. We hugged, baked strawberry pie, and played Words on Tour. While she napped, I shopped at Publix's for Mother's Day flowers–cinnamon edged white Peruvian lilies with fuscia leaves. My son never actually says, “Happy Mother's Day,” but he sent goodies via his traveling dad: a box of tea; a pen; and four cat mysteries. My daughter says “Happy Mother's Day” often. This year she sent enthusiastic wishes through an e-card and four emails. I spent the weekend at a quilt retreat sewing stain glass blocks into rows for her wedding quilt. Sunday, I'd eaten one of Spence's gourmet breakfasts at home so, while the quilting ladies went to the cafeteria for brunch, I sewed sashing strips and listened to a chorus of cell phones ring–attempted Mother's Day calls no doubt. Back at home that evening, Spence took me for a wildflower walk. Trillium, that had bloomed mid week, glistened with raindrops, and lilac buds finally opened.