Yesterday was a blazingly beautiful spring/almost summer day. I managed to get my front bed weeded and go to the egg farm and the library AND see my friends B&J and their dog Lucy for a dog-walk.
Today, I cleaned my house and planted some cosmoi and some foxgloves and took Robinson for a lovely walk down on the Westsong way. It was not so sunny, but still not an unpleasant day.
It was Mother's Day, which I do my best to ignore, but somehow can't, quite. I miss mine. A lot.
But there was some lamb and asparagus and yam chips for supper, and I've been listening to and enjoying the new Decemberists album, and reading a really good book (Lament: The Faerie Queen's Deception), and Tabitha and Robinson make me laugh, and life is good even though I miss my Mum...