Here are a few pix I’ve taken while up here in Mississippi by my mamma’n'em. Click a pix for a single view, then again for a larger view.
It’s a beautiful, sunny (if quite windy) Mother’s Day and the only sounds I’m hearing right now are the sound of the wind blowing through the poplar trees, the tinkling of wind chimes and an occaisional moo.

The pix on the left is of my MaMaw’s red rose that my daddy dug up when my grandparent’s house was sold. I have a photo somewhere of a 16 year old me standing on the front porch of MaMaw’s house next to this rose.

In the middle is spiderwort, commonly known as blue-eyed grass, but we’ve always called it bluebells. This herb/wildflower has always grown in my mamm’s garden and is also found growing wild in the woods and fields of Mississippi. I often see a pink version along the roadsides of Louisiana. The purple is so beautifully vivid and it makes me think of that line from The Color Purple that goes: “I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don’t notice it.” Yes, indeed!

The pix on the right is my daddy’s vegetable garden. He has tomatoes, peppers, squash, mustard greens, string beans and Irish potatoes. I’m sure other vegetables will be growing there soon. Back in the day little Charlotte spent many an hour picking, snapping and shelling veggies from the garden and mamma would sort and put them up (freeze or can) in the evenings after working all day.

My mamma was (is) a hard worker. She raised three girls while working 8-9 hours a day at an outside job ( when women usually didn’t) then came home and cooked, cleaned, put up vegetables in the summer, oversaw homework, baths and bedtimes during the school year and about a zillion other things I could list.

Today is Mother’s Day and I want to tell my mamma this one thing I’ve come to know as I’ve gotten older and wiser. She is more of a woman than I will ever hope to be and mamma, I’m sorry for all the eye-rollin’ I did atcha!
I love you, mamma!

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