Bluebells and Cockleshells
Because of living overseas for many years, Mother's Day with my mother is a rare occurrence. So yesterday we left home at 7:30 am, caught the 9 am ferry and arrived at my sister's house around noon.
It was a wonderful surprise for my mom, whom I love so much. She is the one who has had an enormous influence in my life - her homemaking skills are beyond excellent, creativity abounds in everything she does, and she's a godly woman who prays faithfully for all of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. At 71, she's one of my inspirations.
After we got home around 8:30, my husband and I took a walk and I found these sweet bluebells growing beside a path. They are everywhere these days, nodding delicately on their stems. I plunked them into a jar and set them on the windowsill beside a bunch of herbs from our yard. They looked so pretty, I snapped a few pics.
So tiny and perfect. Do you remember jumping rope to "Bluebells and Cockleshells, eevy, ivy over?" It seems like a long time ago - do children still jump rope to those rhymes?