Happy Mother's Day!

Well, this has been a beautifully busy Mother's Day for me! My husband and children got me a garden, and i got to plant all the herbs and veggies i have been wanting to plant, as well as all the potted seedlings i started last month. And thanks to Home Depot, i finally planted Stevia plants!!

I got 2 apple trees and a hummingbird feeder, too. The back yard took on a whole new look! I also took the ripped-up grass from where the garden went (okay, grass is a bit strong; clover is a better fit!) and patched up the bare spots in the front yard that our dogs blessed us with last fall. That is messy work, people!! My nails may never be clean again....

After having breakfast and dinner made for me, i finished the day with my delicious beef and barley soup and French bread, and i got to sprinkle my new fresh parsley in it - right out of my garden!!

Now, the house is getting quiet, and this Mommy is getting tired. I hope each of you had a great day, and that all you Mothers got a fabulous day of peaceful relaxation. I leave you with one thought: it may take a village to raise a child, but it is the Mommies in the village who makes it a success.

God bless.

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