Done And Dusted*

It's over for another year.

Love to all the mothers and a round of Advil for all the florists.

I was walking through the kitchen this morning and when I glanced at the clock I thought, oh my god, it's 9:00am and I haven't done anything.

And then I remembered by that time yesterday I had been hard at work for 2 hours.

And remained so till after 6:00, surrounded by buckets of peonies, hot pink roses, pale pink sweetpeas, fragrant lilac, friends and coworkers, bottles of water and empty Starbucks containers.

There may have been too much laughter for my sutures, but they do say it's the best medicine....

And when I dragged home carrying a handful of pink peonies, I found yards full of neighbors, an empty chair waiting for me and eager ears to relive my day with.

 As ever we trailed from house to house, yard to yard, inspecting this one's garden, this one's home project.

Finally at 10:15 I hauled myself up and staggered across the street to bed. I don't know when any of us ate any dinner. But my appetite was for sleep.

Even the cats were ready to come in.

Before I continue my busy day of doing nada, I want to send Happy Mother's Day wishes to all my friends in the clouds.

 And I'm handing out red charm peonies from the garden to each and every mother in da hood.

Come on by!

xo J

* Thank you Lucille for this phrase, new to me but already in heavy rotation.