It’s Mothering Sunday here in Great Britain. Every pub in the county is full to the brim of happily flushed mums and their flocks of various shapes and sizes. Since the Violinist is holed up in her New England hideaway, I can only praise her virtues from afar.
A cherry colored scarf brings out the rose in her cheeks.
A predilection for all things healthy inspires the hidden wholesome in all of us. She’s always on the other end of a Skype video or a blog comment. She’s only ever a recipe away from the perfect lentil curry. She can soothe a crying baby with the touch of a bow to violin string. She can beat nearly anyone at Bananagrams or Snatch (you have to buy these terrific games to understand what high praise is this.). She is quiet and observes and sees into things. She understands before a thought is shared and when she doesn’t she accepts it and accepts the speaker nonetheless.
She is One Great Momma.
Here is a virtual bouquet of sunshine flowers just for you! (But check the mail Mom. Non-virtual gift arriving soon!)