I have heard from both of my kids on Mother’s Day, one from halfway across the country and the other from the next room. I’ve also exchanged greetings with other mothers I know because we lift each other up. I’m so fortunate to have that.
The spouse and I took a bike ride this morning. Mother Nature supplied amazing weather plus a field full of buttercups.
On a separate Mother’s Day note, we are celebrating the hatching of three baby robins in a nest under our carport. It sits atop an electrical box attached to our storage shed. She was not in the nest when I snapped this photo, but we have named the mother robin “Barb.” Hubs and I both apologize every time we make a noise that alarms her.
“Sorry, Barb,” we say several times a day. Judging by the amount of scolding we receive, I don’t think she understands that we are cheering on her little family.
I hope the day has been meaningful for you, dear readers.
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Nomadic Noesis 