This morning I woke up early - it had been a hot muggy night and I laid there and listened to the steady hum of the fan until the cat found out I was awake. I moved around, feed the feline and sat to wonder what to do. Then I remembered - my favorite part of the late spring - early summer is here. The Saturday veggie market opened today. I shower and grab my oh so yuppie cloth shopping bag. The camera bag was scooped up.
It's a slow start at the Pepper Place. Mostly all that are in are very early baby squash, beets and onions. I think the tomatoes were really from Florida. The coffee man was in place and my favorite bakery had fresh bread. Heaven. I drove by the Botanical Gardens and watched a bit as several little girls in heirloom dressed ran through the rose gardens away from the photographers out for the early light.
Then I remembered cupcakes. What better way to celebrate a day than with cupcakes, right? So, cupcakes and fresh chicken salad was purchased. And I'm home. A perfect kind of morning.
Everywhere I'm flooded with reminders of Mother's Day. There are so many things I could say about that. There are memories of last Mother's Day. Somehow telling my cat that "mama loves you" doesn't quite resonant the way it might with others. I have a mothery personality at times - I want to take care of all my friends and make it right for them. Heal their boo-boos and their hearts with plenty of tea and sympathy. I want to make them laugh. To smile, to sing, to be joyous.
The television is playing low in the background. Rachel is being kinetic and annoying. I sit and sip my slow roasted coffee the woman promised was from Kenya or some exotic land. She waved with a cheery "see you Monday", convinced I would be back for more of the same. How many times do we do something, thinking I'll do this again next time. I savor the moments.
I thought I knew where this writing was going. But, it turns out that I don't. But that's my kind of day really. The unexpected, sometimes delightful twists. I hope you find one for yourself.