Daffodils

I talked to Mom the other day and she happened to mention that the daffodils were up and blooming. I didn't have to ask where because for years she and I had planted some between our driveways along the road. It's a beautiful sea of yellow from her driveway to what used to be my driveway. Part of me still wishes that I could be there to see it and that it was still my driveway, but I have to smile too. I've left something beautiful behind-something that someone else will enjoy for years to come. I wonder if some little girl with brown hair will stop and pick some for her mom or grandma. I sure hope so. I've picked daffodils for years and my kids have too. There's nothing like getting your own bouquet of handpicked flowers. I remember vases of yellow everywhere-the kitchen, every bedroom, the mantel by the fireplace, and even the bathrooms. These pretty yellow flowers pop up at the very beginning of spring as if to say "hang on Spring's almost here" and by the time the flowers wilt. Spring really is here. So, they've always meant something special to me because I know something beautiful is just around the corner. One year it was my daughter. And, yes, I've planted some by the driveway again.

Redneck Woman Day

Yeah, I said it. "Redneck Woman" Day in honor of my favorite Redneck Woman-Mrs. Karon Bell aka "G-K'.
She loves to fish, but can't swim a lick. Drinks beer with her boys(and girls too) and loves a man that proudly displays the Conferderate flag. Seriously, you gotta have some serious redneck in you to love a man like my dad. Hope her day is as sweet as her tea.

The other food group

Every month, I'm trying a new recipe-last month, it was cornmeal gravy which I have mastered. It's pretty good and quite an accomplishment since most of my gravy has come from a mix or jar. Now this month is "Chocolate Cobbler".That's right. Instead of using fruit in a cobbler-you use chocolate. I always knew chocolate should be included in the food groups.

Happy Valentines Day

Happy Valentine's Day to my sweetie. The same man that worked in excess of 60 hours and still found time to make snow ice cream and take a Sunday drive. The man that knows how I like my coffee, taters, and eight hours of sleep. The one that hates cats and hasn't killed the one that does the Indy 500 down the hallway each night after bedtime. He knows when I need a hug, kiss, or both and always finds the time to give them to me. He's proud of who I am-not who I'll be and that means the world to me. Last year he gave me his name and he has my heart. May this be the first of many, many Valentine's Day for US.