Second Sunday in May
Sunday, May 12, 2019
It isn’t raining. We are the lucky ones because floods dominate the headline here in the east. Lake Ontario is at it’s highest level in years and sandbagging has already been in progress along the boardwalk. So many are holding their breath now - will more rain fall ? The ground is saturated along Montreal’s western shores. And everyone is waiting for some sun.
There are reports we are in for another ten days at least of grey skies. What a sharp contrast to our time in Hawaii. The trees here have begun to bloom in kind of a green haze. There are a few dazzling magnolias in full bloom, yellow bushes here and there, but let’s face it, it’s a dismal scene.
What to do in this depressing landscape ? Start to buy plants for my balcony. No flowering ones as yet, I haven’t decided what I want . I’m toying with orange, and have my eye on a few but today stayed with herbs, lavender, and arugula. With any luck I will get them into pots tomorrow. If the rain holds off.
It is Mother’s Day already. Though I do value motherhood, fatherhood, and whatever other commercially fabricated holiday, it seems so contrived. And commercialized. Be sure to call Mom on her special day... buy flowers, find a fancy card, take her for a buffet lunch. It just seems silly to me.
My mother died soon after the birth of my younger son. We were close and enjoyed spending time together. I was not ready to loose her so soon. Mother’s Day was calm at our home. We bought her a modest gift, and always a box of cherry chocolates. There was no agonizing about what to do on Mother’s Day. We valued her every day. We knew we were lucky to have her because she helped everyone. She was extraordinary.
She taught us how to bake, how to knit, brought family and sometimes strangers into our home til they found jobs, got their lives together. There was often someone living in our basement... and new people welcomed at our table. That was my mother. Not the greatest cook, but a remarkable woman.
So tomorrow I will get calls and texts. There will be no buffet. We may get those orange begonias to ward off the grey Toronto gloom. I will call my sister. I’ve already spoken to Runnergirl, who is expecting her second child.
Might buy a bunch of tulips for our dinner table.
I wish you all a lovely day, mother or not. And I hope we all dry out soon.