Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle Received from a Friend Called Felicity

Do any of you remember that title? It named a book of poetry published by Scholastic when I was in elementary school, or junior high. Many of the poems were memorable, but none as compelling as that luscious title!

This morning Colin surprised me with the intriguing fact that Parcel of Rogues, which I knew as sung by Steeleye Span, was in fact originally penned as a political manifesto by my great, great, great, great, great (great?) (and also revered and beloved) uncle, Robert Burns.
Anyway, today was a Mother's Day (and birthday for me) which held (a fair amount of) pleasure, mixed up with a small (but certain) dash of ragged edge.

The fence (finally) nears completion --- I will try to post a photo this week. There are flowers (peach, pink, red. violet and white) filling three hanging baskets next to our front stoop and the baby chestnut tree is in full pink bloom explosion (a fabulous two weeks event).
There were a few gifts, a few greetings and a few unexpected guests (Monica, we have been reveling in the scent of Fortune Cookie candle (how fortuitous!) without even burning it, all day --- and Jen, thanks for the dulcet tones of your call) at our door. (Only 2) Children begged (as usual) for ALL our attention, basketball and card games. (All 4) Adults tried (as always) to snatch a moment in the middle of pandemonium and The List (lengthened when the 50+ years old doorknob and plate ended up off our front door completely, for the meantime, until "close enough" replacement parts can be found).
Lisa, I'm so sorry I didn't get it together for a party. It's true, I broke a long standing tradition. And it would have been lovely, but. We'll have one (or several!) soon.

I hope each and everyone of you had the sweetest Mother's Day you could ever wish for, 'cuz even if you aren't one, bet you have (or had) one --- or two. . . or. . .