Ode to Mom
We packed a picnic of egg salad and the nun’s Irish soda bread with some cookies from Sucre and headed over to Mom’s grave to refresh her flowers, have lunch with her, and commemorate the anniversary of her death two years ago. It was a beautiful day, the camellia bushes in the cemetery had all spent their blossoms that now skirted the tree like a snowy apron, the sun was bright, and the undergrowth around the pine trees was a riot of winter hues composed of umber, scarlet and browns.
Tatjana bought some elegant cookies especially for mom because she was so elegant herself. Tin offered part of his cookie to Mimi:
Afterwards, we drove over to my aunt’s house who was babysitting her grandchildren. We entered to a house with freshly baked snickerdoodles and two lively little girls. Tin got some good play time in on her sunny and lovely screen porch and talked about his cousins the whole way home:
