For many many years now, we go to Crocus Hill to celebrate Mother's Day. It is one of the first places that we see signs of spring. The day was cold and windy, but myself, with my dad and my oldest daughter,
my niece's dog that we are dog sitting,
and my mom and youngest daughter had a great time
flying kites, (and only one kite was eaten by the spruce trees)
having a picnic lunch and enjoying the afternoon together.