Monday. Happy Mother's Day.

Youngest Hawthorne brought me a lovely handful of flowers. For Mother's Day. On Monday.

Thank you so much, YH.

I love flowers. And I love you.

They're absolutely beautiful!

I hope the flowers didn't set you back too much. ; ) I love my chilluns. Reminds me of Mama Hawthorne's birthday 2-3 years ago. I went around the house and picked out items of hers that had been in place for 50+ years. I've always imagined a police outline around all of Mama's stuff. It's been the same forever. Whenever I went into Mama's house, I would always move something. A picture frame. A lamp. A candle stick. Anything I could possibly find. I knew she would immediately notice it and get ticked off. I messed with her just like I mess with Mr. H. He hates for things to be askew. I'm the consummate askewer. Anyways, I wrapped up her stuff for that birthday. About a dozen pieces of her tchotchkes. Throughout the house. Mama started unwrapping her birthday gifts and realized what I'd done. She got a kick out of it. I would ask her as she opened each present, "Where would you like me to put this?" And she would tell me exactly on the police outline where to put it. Good times.