Mom and I had a lovely afternoon. We went in search of some seedlings for her back deck, and found most of what we sought. We also rode through the area, including down near the ocean,
with the windows wide open, so we could smell the salt air and the seaweed and the mud and the water, altogether that lovely coastal smell we have here in Maine.
Once again, I have to say how grateful I am that I got myself straightened out enough to enjoy Mom’s company, and for her to enjoy mine. We always laugh, and often think very nearly the same thoughts at the same time. My similarity to Mom, which for years was at the root of our disharmony, has finally become a starting point for us, from which we compare and explore our lives and the world around us. This is reason for great celebration!
We found seedlings: Portulaca,
which I remember from childhood in California; Icelandic Poppies, in red and orange and yellow — lovely; Nasturtiums, which had been outside in the wind a loooooonggggg time; and a flower I’d never heard of — supertunias, a special breed of petunia which, Mom said, grows like a weed and doesn’t need much care.
While we were in the greenhouse, I drooled, as usual, over house-trees,
potted and standing about four feet tall. This is something I have wanted for many, many years, ever since I left my ficus
with my ex. One of these days, I’ll find something perfect for this room. Until then, I dream a lot!
The weather could not have been better for a drive near the coast today — warm, breezy but not windy, sunshine, and not a cloud in the sky. What a lovely way to spend such a beautiful spring day.
Thanks, Mom! I had a blast!