Mother's Day

This weekend as many of you know was Mothers Day in the UK, it is not until May in the USA . Imagine my surprise this weekend as I am buying materials in the local college art shop my mobile rings and a woman asks if this is a mrs jackqueeline? I am writing it as it may sound, "we have a flooring delivery " I start to protest I haven't ordered any flooring when she reitierates "Floral mam!"
What was so extraordinary was she was prepared to wait while we hurtled back to get the delivery, a vase filled to the brim with snapdragons and roses and smelling of spring.The message read Happy Mothers Day followed by "Mummys put their feet up "lots of love Emily xxx (this was what Emily had written when she was a little girl, we had kept the card to to remind us it was allowed ! ) Her first bunch of flowers was just coming to an end along with the beautiful welcoming pot of blue hyacinths given to us by Allan and Gaye Drummond, I have to say as I carried them up the step I burst in to tears and wanted to wake up in St Ursula Grove on Sunday morning.
We drove out ten miles south of Savannah to the Isle of Hope first settled in, in the 1840's as a summer resort for the wealthy. It still has that feel, known as a showcase of antebellum life. We saw oodles of signs for yard sales and realised sadly we had missed our chance, however as we plodded along the lanes spied a lady packing up who was happy for us to rummage through her last remnants before they headed off to the Goodwill Store. Imagine our delight to find a silver plated jug that has cleaned up beautifully thanks to Mike's hard efforts and serves as a perfect ice bucket for a good rose wine we have found at the local supermarket.