Mom I am Listening
It is 8.30, beautiful sunny morning, 12 C, not so cold for we Canadians. Looks like summer. Snow and sub zero temperatures are still weeks away. Enough time to get ready, to dig out our closets for coats, gloves and stoles. For now we are enjoying the beauty around. I am done with my breakfast, walking on my deck. It is wet, but I think safe to walk. Let's take chances. I will be careful. Grass looking great, loaded with pearls, sparkling under the sun. Red, Yellow and Purple flowers of Dahlia, giving me smile. I think giving me invitation to come closer. I am staying on the deck, will skip to walk on the grass. Not nice to crush any of the pearl under my feet. I smiled back. We have to acknowledge gestures. Pink Canadian Roses and David Austin, the Red English Roses, are still enjoying their break time. Everyone is different, same are plants. We have to give space and leave them alone, to decide and go with their own plans. My elder grandson started his job, and my d...