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Quack, Tweet, DUCK!

With the warmth of the Spring upon us,tis the season for little birdie love. We have birds nests in everywhere.   For the most part not a problem.  The girls and I are keeping an eye on a cute little group of babies that the mother kindly put low enough for us to peek on.  She does not seem to mind our interest as we do not do anything other than peek and say “how cute!”

Now, across the street is a totally different story!  The neighbors seem to have a rather cranky new mother.  Every time they so much as dare to walk out the front door of the house the bird goes into attack mode.  If we stand out on our own lawn for more than a few minutes it will fly across and swoop down at our heads as if a little fighter pilot .  With each passing day it seems to get worse…we are all finding it very hard to live in peace with this flying little soul.  I have never seen anything like it.  We can not even figure out where the nest is so it is not like she is really defending anything.  Hopefully the family will be moving on soon!

Last weekend the girls, dog and I were sitting out by the pool enjoying a fire when we IMG_2308heard “quacking”. This is not totally unusual so we did not think too much of it until it seemed to be getting closer and louder.  Suddenly 4 ducks landed in the pool.  In the six years that we have had the pool NEVER have I seen that!  The girls and I all screamed at the same time “DUCKS” (as if they were unaware what they were).  I am sure we were a real sight jumping around screaming at these 4 little ducks . This did not seem to faze them in the least.  I yelled at the dog to get the ducks out of the pool.  Honestly she seemed as shock as we were at the sudden invasion from the sky. Once she started to head into the water the ducks wisely moved on.

I feel like we should be wearing helmets.  Hitchcock would love it!

 

Spinning round and round

I remember when I was young wanting to do sports and only being able to run track, not because I really wanted to but because that is what my best friend did and her mother was always willing to take me along . There were many times that her house was like a second home for  me.  Not sure if my mother ever saw me run.

SO now I have my kids and I want them to have opportunities I did not.  I always said I would not over schedule..at least that was what I said but somehow it all went spinning over scheduled.  Karate, Softball, piano, Meg’s communion practice, the actual upcoming communion, birthday parties etc etc…

I worry sometimes but I seem to be the only one.  Both girls are doing great in school.  They are happy and healthy. Really all that matters.  I guess my job is to make sure we stay on track and react quickly if something goes off the track.

Rapid subject change…our garden has produced the first crop of the year! (if you can call 4 strawberries a crop)   We are so excited since the berries were not very successful last year. They were a bit sour but still very tasty!  We expanded the garden this year…attempting cucumbers and corn along with the tomatoes, peppers and strawberries.

I enjoy working in the garden.  Something productive that is good for the entire family both for healthy food  and the quality time spent working it together. Helps keep my mind off the mastectomy which is also good for everyone!

Today I am grateful for:

  • Beautiful strawberries
  • The smile on the girls faces as it was picked

Happy Mothers Day!

Why Women Cry

Author: Unknown

A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman,” she told him.

“I don’t understand,” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”

Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, “God, why do women cry so easily?”

God said, “When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”

“You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”