One Bowl of Violets

Picked carefully on
the lawn before the mower
does its dirty work

~ carliewired

I spent most of my morning waiting for a tradesman to show up at 11 AM. I called him at 11:30 to inquire what had happened to our appointment. He'd not written it down and then had forgotten. I had to laugh as that could as easily have been me. So, we are agreed to meet tomorrow morning.

Lunch is a strawberry milkshake. I think this may become a habit.

When I stopped at my daughter's house she has a bowl of freshly picked violets on her table. She reminds me that Sunday is Mother's Day. Then, she promises me something wonderful with violets to mark the day.