Wednesday morning

This is the season when a friend sings a minor and morose dirge- like song called, "The rhododendrons are in bloom." among other things, he laments   "Soon the air will fill with pollen.  Then your nose and eyes will be swollen."  These hardy Himilayan transplants have settled in quite happily along with their little cousins the azaleas, and if you have any tendency to allergies, these babies will sock it to you.  But no one can deny the vivid, vibrant beauty of their blooms. A well-groomed azalea hedge will establish a wall of fuchsia beside your front porch, and the Rhododendron test gardens in our neighborhood have gone mad with every color you can imagine. For Mother's Day, the gardens will be inundated by good adult children bringing mom out for a treat.  Right after the brunch buffet at the local all-you-can-eat gustatorium. And I know that's sure where I want to go on the one day a month I see my kids. If I had kids which I don't and it's just as well.  I would be a pain in the butt as a mom.  Seriously.  My kids would rather live on the street than move back in with me.  Heck, even the cats are always trying to get away.

Have a wonderful Wednesday!