Ice Box Biscuits, Shrimp Arnaud, and Baked Omelet. Delicious. And! Mr. Big Food and his dad did all of the dishes– even the fancy stuff by hand. Happy Day, Moms!
Mr. Big Food’s Dad forwarded this narrative and photos– which are quite stunning. Hope your day is bright! Sent from my iPhone💞Sending you flowers for Mother’s Day….enjoy!💞 The Most Beautiful Flower Garden In The World Has No Visitors For The First Time In 71 Years And I Got To Capture It (31 Pics)As a real
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children. Thackeray
Dang. I forgot to add the sprimp forks. There’s a shrimp course. Shrimp forks are now on the table.
Happy Day After Mother’s Day! A comment from SueK yesterday reminded me of something. We wished each other Happy Mother’s Day and she said, “Telephone time!” Kids were calling. Back in the crappy olden days when everyone had a landline, Mother’s Day was the busiest day of the year for calls. Sometimes when you tried
Surprise! It’s a Mother’s Day guest blog post! by Miss M from 2014 I have the best daughters!
I am over-run with books right now. And I have not, regrettably not, finished Spring Cleaning. That’s essential. That and the list for Daughter C. But Daughter C has caught the gardening bug. And so I am thinking about the garden, and trying to supplement Daughter C’s reading with some experience. Here we go. Miss
from Far Above Rubies: My Mother (1970) Peace.
(For Marlena Rose) Late yesterday evening Daughter C and I were sitting out on the patio and we noticed the sun. It was blood orange to our eyes. Beautiful. Yes. There are lots of beautiful sunsets here at the Farm. This was one was different and if I were to put my weather-forecasting– or even
Surprise! It’s a Mother’s Day guest blog post! When we were little girls playing house or kitchen or whatever it is we played, Daughter C would whip up the occasional imaginary quiche. When the chimerical culinary creation was ready, the “oven timer”, played by Daughter C, would alert all those within ear-shot with
I was told so repeatedly today by my daughters, who are, by the way, the best! They gave me a half a bushel and three buckets full of gifts! All wrapped up in hearts & flowers! Before I continue chronicling My Day, I should report that Mr. Big Food is happy to be back on
I’ve chatted with a number of mothers the past few days. Most recently, I chatted– from the parking lot of the Kroger just to the north of Tupelo– with Mom, some time after 5pm. And Mr. Big Food’s Mom and I swapped “Happy Mothers’ Day!” greetings early in the day. There was a card waiting