Scribble Picnic~~~~~~~~~~Storm!

Here it is only mid-May and it's been in the high 90's here for days

 with no rain and no storms. . . . . . . . . . .but some of each are 

supposedly on the way, hip hip, hooray!!!!!

So this is what I'm sharing for the theme STORM this week,

a snow storm from Antarctica - my most exciting expedition trip ever -

with a favorite penguin.

Whew! I feel cooler just looking at this.

Sorry I wasn't able to comment on last week's theme - you all

had such great 'strawberry' ideas.

Just after I settled down to enjoy our picnic, an emergency call 

from a granddaughter had me tied up all day with doctors, hospitals,

and the poor thing having an emergency appendectomy at 7:30 pm.

I then played 'nurse' for several days so blogging took a back seat.

 She's doing well thankfully.

Stop by Michael's SCRIBBLE PICNIC today, he's predicting stormy weather!

History of a home continues. . . . . . .

A house is a collection of objects, but a home is a collection of stories.
Favorite pieces often come to us with a history.

Antique, hand stitched  table linen from Carcassonne, France

I'm ready to get some serious Spring cleaning underway as my role of 'Nurse Grandma'

 (Jasmin returned home and is doing well and should be driving/working by mid-week)

 is over - many thanks again for your get-well wishes, she read them all.

During the' nursing' period, while Jasmin recuperated from her Appendectomy

 surgery, I was also a landscaper.  Bob and I moved, and spread, 10 cubic yards

 (imagine a small Mt. Everest arising from the driveway) of cypress wood chips

 around the back garden for water and weed control, clean walking areas etc.

 I recall when we could do it in a day, this time it took most of the weekend in

 such intense heat! Aching backs and hips, but we survived, finishing up  

yesterday afternoon after brunch.

 I was actually the impromptu Mother's Day Brunch 'chef' - I'm a glutton for

 punishment, right?  Served in the gazebo despite temperatures reaching

 the high 90's by early afternoon. It was so much nicer in many ways -

 requiring no standing outside in a restaurant line in the raging heat, fighting

crowds at buffets, or being served perhaps not such great food, and at those

 huge prices they charge on such family occasions.

A French pear and blueberry Gateau de Mamy - Mother's Day dessert - whipped up

Sunday morning. . . . . . . . 

. . . . . after fresh fruit smoothies, Muesli with strawberries, warm croissants

 with scrambled local farm eggs and Manchego cheese, hot coffee, and

 of course a chilled, very chilled, rosé from Provence with dessert.

I'm hoping your weekend was lovely whether you were part of the 

Sunday's celebration as a mother, or enjoying time with, or memories

of, your own dear mother.

Mother's Day 2018. . . . . . . .

CELEBRATING MOTHERS

Wishing you each a lovely day. . . . . . . . and recalling with love

  mothers no longer here to be celebrated in person but always

 remembered, such as my own.