A Mother's Day Tale

Hi! (that's me)

Mother's Day was a week ago, but I thought I would share a bit of my day with you. 

Every year for almost 20 years  my mother and father, husband, daughters and I 

 (and sometimes my sister and her family who live 100 miles away)

go to this place. 

We call it Crocus Hill, as it is where the first signs of spring are found. 

Whether we are having an early spring, or a late spring,

 there has ALWAYS been crocuses on this hill on Mother's Day.

Another thing about this place is that it is ALWAYS very windy.

But we go anyway. 

 It is only about a five minute drive from home.

We have a picnic,

 that often turns into a tailgate picnic, as the wind is quite cold, and it blows things around on us.   

We spend time just enjoying the place and our time together.

(husband and daughter #1)

We blow bubbles

Well really the wind blows bubbles for us.

(my mom and daughter #1)

(my dad and daughter #2)

(my mom and her bubbles)

We fly kites

My dad is the master of kite flying. 

 It is so windy here that an ordinary kite does not fly well, 

but over the years we have learned that a kite with a long and heavy tail flies well.

Or in this case, two kites joined together. 

You can see my dad's kite high, high above the trees. 

These trees have eaten a number of our kites over the years.  

And my dad has been known to climb a tree 

or come back with a ladder later in the day to rescue a grand daughters special kite.

We then go for a hike among the wind blown trees, that never grow straight. 

This little wind blown tree is probably close to the same age as my dad (80 years old)

The leaves have still not arrived, and will be some time yet.

(it snowed last night)

Just before we go home we pick a few crocuses to take with us.

My husband gathers me some.

We then head home after a lovely time on Crocus Hill.