Moms...

We all have one.  So many moms.  Some raise their children alone.  Some give their children away.  Some tragicly lose a child along the way.  Some give all the monetary things they never had growing up.  There is no right or wrong way to be a mom, the are lots of books on the subject but no real training beforehand. 

I was a teenage mom.  One day there she was, my daughter, tiny, looking up at me.  Expecting what?  I knew exactly nothing.  Whose bright idea was this?  We bumbled through.  Two years later there was a son looking up at me.  Then two more.  Still, what did I know? 

Now that I am old and wise, I know they were my greatest gifts, my inspiration, my heroes.  They come to me...for advice...just to listen...for encouragement, for praise.  And everyday they give me back...their magic.     

Wanders North...

Home...and my bed.  At last.  Summer should be fun.  I am looking forward to lots of camping trips with my kids, gardening, and right now, jumping under that quilt.

One last day...

She is my reason to smile today.  There are times when I think I am the luckiest person in the world and there are times when I know it.  So one last day on Cape Cod meant one more walk on the beach.  And a beautiful, sunny, day it was.  She found two pieces of beach glass and I found one.  We had Skylar, Julie, and Sadie with us.  And tomorrow I wander north.   

The Wonders of Spring

My camera has been pointing every which way this spring.  There is no accounting for it.  I found these flowers on an old farm homestead belonging to my brother-in-law.  His farm is a feast for the eyes (and the camera) this time of year.  I wonder what these flowers are.  Does anybody know?

As as child I was lucky to grow up in the country and I remember everything wild growing everywhere, some things climbing up the side of the garage.  Hollyhocks were my favorite.  I have planted them on my farm in Vermont every year and they always meet with disaster.  Are some things just meant for childhood?  Is it a sin to covet the past?  And aren't I full of questions today?  Enough.

Today is my last day on the Cape until August.  My big plan for the day is to watch my great granddaughter, Skylar, run amuck on the beach at Linnell.  I always say, "Skylar, don't get your feet wet, its too cold!"  Yeah, right.

And so on...

And so on...and so on...I cannot resist the beach this time of year.  I have two more days here before I return to Vermont for the summer.  As much as I love the Cape, I don't love it in the summer.  Do you see any people in this picture?   This land is as it was a hundred years ago.  It is not unusual to walk the beach and not see a sole.  Sometimes my husband comes looking for me as I never know enough to go home and he truly wonders where I am.  Mostly I am just sitting on a rock looking at everything and nothing.  In the dead of winter, no kidding, I will sit there forever. 

17th Wedding Anniversary...

This year we decided to celebrate our anniversary one day late so I could attend a memorial service for a friend.

We started today on a beach run to check out erosion damage from last winter.  This is Saint's Landing beach. It is named after a very close friend's family.  She grew up here and played on this beach daily.  There was not one single person on the beach today.  No damage here.

We went to Paine's Creek next and did find some beach wash-away there, chunks of the parking lot were upturned and sand barriers had been built as a protection from the winter's high tides.  Next we headed down 6A to the Brewster Store to take a look at a slide show we heard about. It was pretty neat with pictures of the store's history from its beginning.  It was built in 1862 as a church but was sold one year later and since then it has been a general store.  Then along came the parade and we skipped up 124 and out of Brewster vowing to continue our beach erosion hunt another day.

Then home to shower and change for dinner.  We celebrated at the Bramble Inn.  It was fun to share an appetizer of grilled scallops with watercress salad.  For our entres I chose,
Lobster & Chicken
Parchment roasted boneless breast of “Free Bird” organic chicken,
lazy N.E. cold water lobster, champagne & lobster sauce, buttermilk whipped potatoe
and for Tom, Rack of Lamb…
Three chops from the rack, cabernet rosemary sauce,
baked potato cauliflower gratinee and as if this is not enough, we shared a slice of flourless chocolate cake with mocha cream sauce. 
If you are ever on the Cape, I highly recommend their wonderful, romantic, and relaxing atmosphere.

http://www.brambleinn.com/








 

Brewster In Bloom...

"Daffodil Days" in Brewster began in 1986, the year I moved to the Cape with my two sons.  This idea began with Faith Dibble, a long time Brewster resident, and at its inception was aimed at drawing tourists to Brewster.  She and her husband Bob owned the Brewster Store at that time.  Faith gained the support of other residents and together they planted thousands of daffodils along historic Route 6A.  Two years later Daffodil Days became Brewster In Bloom, a two day festival complete with antique show, craft fair, and ending with a parade through town.  It is always held the first weekend in May.  Faith Dibble's memorial service was this evening, May 1, 2010.

On May 1, 1993, Tommy and I were married during the Daffodil Festival in Brewster on Tubman Road at the Old Glory Homestead.  That day was the beginning of 17 (so far) happy years.  Today began dark and cloudy just as it did 17 years ago; then the sun broke through just as it did on my wedding day in time for our ceremony to be held outside.  It is a day of celebration for us and today especially for Faith.