Mothers Day, no apostrophe.

I dozed through the evening, half-listening to a silly show on Netflix. I will likely not return to it, but who knows? If I weren't always so darn tired, I'd read in the evening, but I can't focus and stay awake these days. I filled my Saturday with must-do stuff, and a few glad-I-did things. That is to say, I finished chores and whatnot right about when G pulled in from work--just after 4pm. I'm glad I went to tee ball with Holly and Tim; it's a true joy to sit in the spring sunshine and watch her learn and have fun doing something Meg did for years. I miss it so much, and it's honestly amazing to think I get to do it again. That makes my heart so happy. I don't know if I'll be able to for all the years she may play, but I'll soak up every minute I can get. 

I was upstairs folding laundry when the dog went bananas. I dismissed it, after a fashion, because a/ no one was due to be at my door, and b/ she stopped losing her mind. When I got downstairs again, I discovered the cause: a delivery person had dropped off a box at the den door. In that box was a lovely pair of miniature roses and a very cute little picket-fence box for them to nestle into. Meg is a kind person, and she sent these, even though she has to work all weekend. I truly appreciate them. I hope I can keep them alive. G got me a pretty hanging plant, one much like the one he got me last year. It's purple and yellow and very lush; I convinced him not to hang it, as they tend to dry out and get all scraggly. I'll take the hanger off and let it reside on a little table on the deck. I hate to see pretty plants die off. 

And today, if my ankle/knee issues don't hold me back, and if the weather doesn't turn wet, I hope to get a little outdoor stuff done. The monster-sized white rose bush needs a little pruning-- not as much as some years, thankfully, but still, it does. And I might be able to get the weeds out of the garden box that I want to put the morning glories, BVM statue, and the new herb bed into. Or it might all wait until next weekend. We shall see. 

I'm not motivated. I should be motivated. But I'm not. I'm hoping that this lassitude is only due to being really busy lately, and not a true inability to get excited about my gardening. Granted, it's getting a little harder to do the rose-bush yoga and so on, due to the stupid ankle/knee stuff and my general tendency to fall over. But I will not give in just yet. I just might have to do it a lot more slowly. Sigh. 

I have yet to get the herb sets, so that might be something I can do today. If I can't get to planting today, then I'll just have to spend some time during the week. We'll see how it all goes. 

I hope your day is a lovely one. Hug your favorites. Honor your mom, or your mom figures. That's a complicated subject for me, so I'll just leave it alone. I will, however, honor the mothering so many do every single day. Caregiving is a tough job. Caring can be a tough job. We all need to be cared for, and we all need someone to care about. Blessings to all of us.

C