Paul and I worked on the yard yesterday. Standing water prevented us from cutting the tall grass in certain spots.
We look around town and see that many people are in the same boat.
I found a patch of sizable morels beneath the oak tree that stands on the frontage near the road. I nearly ran over the partially dried-up delicacies with my lawn tractor.
The morels were growing out of what remains of a load of mulched limbs given to me by tree trimmers working the area a few years back.
I plan to use the remainder of the mulch this spring, therefore; the seasonal goodies may never surface in the old driveway again.
This hunter found a large mushroom outside my backdoor toward the wooded area.
My first thought was to bring it to the Brazil Times. My second thought was that I would not. So many beautiful children and smiling adults had far more luck than I. Besides, it is enough that you see my old smiley face every week anyhow.
I must admit I was proud of the find.
I have always been interested in British royalty. This past week I watched the marriage of Prince William and his lovely bride Kate Middleton, in its entirety.
We watched the coverage on BBC. Every detail of the televised event was fully covered.
Paul and I had front row seats in front of our TV. I was far from dressed up for the occasion.
This everyday housewife saw no one in the inner circle of friends and royal guests wearing cheap well-worn jeans and a faded tee. No one had Tootie Mae perched on their laps, and more; none had Paul Baby by their side.
I do not own a fancy spoon-billed hat or a silk-covered bun basket. Hawk feathers, I would have donned that. I don't know where Paul put either the suction cups or Gorilla glue. Even if I had a hat so fine, I would need to depend on forehead wrinkles to hold it on.
Once an eye doctor in this town who fitted me with a pair of rhinestone embellished glasses remarked that I have a large head. I believe I saw enough others with the big head.
Being the thoughtful person that I strive to be, I pretended to be sitting beside the Duchess of Cornwell.
I see a slight resemblance to me.
We wondered if Prince Phillip was having more fun than the queen. She seemed sleepy.
I have always admired her from afar. I once sent her my poem book. I have a letter from Buckingham Palace, in response above this computer.
I was a little girl when she married her prince charming. She too was a lovely bride. I remember when she became queen and down through the years since my interest has never waned in her and her family.
Queen Elizabeth reminds me of my Aunt Jessie Nicoson. I admire her too.
She is a resident of Exceptional Living Center now. If you know her, the aforementioned statement will be clear to you.
Did you spot Andrew and Fergie's daughters at the wedding? Just saying...!
I hope the young couple will enjoy much happiness.
Our grandson, Daniel Risk will graduate summa cum laude from Ball State this week.
He will be moving to California soon to continue his studies.
It will be nice to visit with Dan's paternal grandparents, Jim and Rosemary Risk, again.
Jim signed my high school diploma in 1957.
I wish ALL MOTHERS a wonderful holiday.
To you my readers, if your mother is living, embrace her and let her know how special she is. If she isn't nearby, at least contact her. If you are upset with her -- get over it. It is too late when all that one has is regrets.
If your mom is no longer among the living, honor her memory. Remember, if it weren't for her -- there would be no you.
Happy Mother's Day Mom -- even though you are not here with us at the place you loved so well.
Sandra and I think about you just the same -- each and every year -- time can not erase all that you were to us -- you will live on forever -- our hearts will never set you free!
Starla and Lori -- I am so happy and grateful and that I am your mom. I love you.
Love lives on for little Paul Jr., too.
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