Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
George Cooper (1838-1927), U.S. poet. Only One Mother (l. 5-8). . . Our Holidays in Poetry. Mildred P. Harrington and Josephine H. Thomas, comps. (1929) The H. W. Wilson Company.
TIME: 1:43 PM
PLACE: A farmer's field on the east side Green Mount Road, just north of the Cemetery
SUBJECT: Trifolium pratense (Red Clover)
Happy Mother's Day! The kids and HandsomeHusband had cards waiting for me to open this morning at breakfast. DramaQueen's handmade card has coupons for me to redeem (a clean kitchen, shiny dog, hugs, a wonderful dinner, etc). HH made a very tasty dinner as well: pork steaks, baked potatoes, slaw and cake with fresh strawberries for dessert. Around lunchtime, I left the house to visit Mom's grave and place the flowers I purchased for her in the stone vase. When I arrived at the cemetery, I noticed that Dad had been there earlier in the day and left a single red rose.
I took this picture just up the road from the cemetery. There was a field of yellow flowers I thought was quite pretty but HH calls them "noxious weeds" and some clover. Can you spy the tiny bug nestled in this flower?