A Simple Explanation of the Meaning of Life

 John Updike put it, “the mystery of being is a permanent mystery.”

Evelyn RuthTrilling Milhender, young and gorgeous.

It is my mother's anniversary of her passing. Three years since she blessed the earth with her wisdom, humor, and kindness.  

 Beautiful people come into our existence and leave our existence. Why are they here today and gone tomorrow? Why is their hatred in the universe? Why is there war? Why can we not all get along?

No simple answers. 

I feel honored to have a wonderful, loving mother. I wish I could tell her how much I miss her. Oh, for just a quick mom hug...it would be luscious. 

It is spring and it is time to make plans for the coming year.

If you look between the two yellow dandelions, you will see the proud Mama Killdeer on her nest.

The cat and the wild turkeys woke me up about 5:15am. I fed the cat and cursed at the big fat gobbler.

Last weekend was mother's day.  It is a very hard day for me since I lost my mother, Ms. Evelyn Ruth.  Next year, instead of being sad, I will plan a celebration for Evelyn's spirit, strong will, and great sense of humor.

We are almost done with the garden cleanup.  Every thing in the gardens right now are pink. How can any one be unhappy with such splendor around the house?

This time of year is when I renew my plans and make changes with my so called life. I always thought it is silly to have a New Years's resolution. I do make them, one year I vowed to avoid toxic  people, another year I planned to "Make it So!" So, once the trees have fresh, new,  light  green leaves on their branches,  I think about the coming year.

Today, I will plant my parsley seeds, and dig in my gladiola bulbs. Next week, I will go to the HerbFarmacy  and buy some basil, dill, tarragon, rosemary and scented geraniums for my herb garden.

A very silly Aunti B enjoying a green house full of wonderful herbs.

This Spring, I finally started to address the changes in my arthritic body. I donated all my beekeeping equipment to Essex County Greenbelt Association. I had splints made for my hands to protect my little fingers while I garden and I decided to host my bird watching team to lunch for our annual bird-a-thon a fund raiser for Mass Audubon's Joppa Flats. I will not pretend that a 24 hour bird watching weekend does not hurt. Instead, I will be a great hostess with the mostest, by serving delicious sandwiches, pink lemonade, and New England Old Fashioned whoopee pies for desert.

We are who we are, sometime, it just takes us a long time to realize that we are no long 20 years old. Ok, I admit that I am now a mature woman;  but a woman who wears neon bright pink sneakers.
A gal still has to have some glitz in her life.

Happy spring to everyone one. May this season bring joy, health and happiness to one and all.

Take all of your life and embrace it; both good and bad.

May has always been my favorite month of the year. New leaves, flowers and warm sun on my face.
Life just does not get any better than the Month of May.

    Both my parents died during the month of May.  Dad passed on May 8, 2008 and Mom departed on May 28, 2013. I miss them very much, and they are in my thoughts every day.  I do not like be an "orphan".  Granted, I was lucky to have my parents for 90% of my life so far. Ed and Evelyn loved each  other from the first day they met in Magnolia, Massachusetts so many years ago. Each May, when I hear my first trill of our house wren, my thoughts go to this loving couple who were my parents. 

     

   

Ed, Barbara, and Evelyn enjoying Portsmouth, NH years ago.

In May, the wood warblers migrate through our area on their way to their nesting sites. These pint size birds are without doubt the prettiest birds that you will ever want to see. They hide behind leaves, chasing after tasty bugs. They have wonderful bird calls, that inspire a novice birder to purchase the newest Sibley's bird guide and Stoke's CD of bird calls. They are the some of the hardest birds to find and watch; but, it is pure joy when you do see & hear them in your neighborhood. 

In May, our gardens explode in pinks, whites and yellows.   

This month reminds me that life has its ups and downs. It also reminds me that one must embrace the good and the bad of one's life; the joys and the sorrows. That is what life is all about.

Some days it rains, and other days the sky is deep blue. Embrace it all.

A Princess is born and A King is dying...

I woke up to the news that a unnamed Princess was born in the UK today. What sweet news. The monarchy is such an old fashioned idea. But in this modern fast world, it is so sweet to hear a little old fashioned news. A tiny new baby who is all pink, cuddly, and so sweet;  was born into a world of hate, prejudice, and insanity today.  In my mind set; the new princess is a small miracle. She is something to remind us of the good in the world.  Small miracles happen around us all the time. We need to take the time each day to slow down our thoughts.; so we may be present in mind and thoughts to a  miracle or two each day.

The other morning news was not so good. B.B. King has gone into hospice care. I admire his strong spirit that he has always shown us and  up to the end. Hospice care is such a loving, kind way to depart this world. B.B. King's music, his voice, and his guitar Lucille have been an inspiration to my soul.  How can you be sad, when you can listen or sing the blues. The blues can cure a broken heart, lead your life into a new direction or even help you  dream of better days.

I salute The King of music and hope his next journey is smooth as his guitar playing.

Thoughts of the blues and small wonders.