A new season and more rituals now that it’s Spring uh, Mom?? So what now? However first….
A gentle reminder of how we do things: 🐱🐶🐦
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Not as cold outside and sometimes hoomin opens a few windows for fresh air, not real warm, yet the sun is out and so many new odors to sniff and enjoy. So refreshing.
Another new tradition, Mom? No, my little lass, was a time when some people celebrated the 1st of May, calling it May Day. As little kids we would make little may baskets, curling construction paper into a cone, taping the sides together and putting small candies and flowers to leave on my grandmother’s porch.
Then at colleges and universities females would weave the maypole, dressed in long formal dresses with a formal luncheon that followed. Don’t think anyone does those anymore.
No, our ritual includes lots of yard work, though I hire someone to mow the lawn, maximum of 2 weeks, while I go out to clean, trim hedges, and prune trees. No, I don’t plant anything new, just maintain Mother’s garden.
So there will be days I’m outside for awhile, however I haven’t left the house.
Mom was out a couple of days, first she puts white cream on her face (sunblock) and wears special gloves and old clothes along with a headband to help hold her hair from her face.
As mom comes in she’s dirty, full of wonderful smells and odors to investigate— wish I could go out, might be fun to roll around in the flowers and gardens and have all those smells to wonder at.
And even though mom’s outside she never forgets my noon treat of tuna. Thanks, Mom.