Usually this picture would make me think of reading to my children, but today it’s all about mothers and daughters doing things together…..Of course, when they are little reading is a wonderful part of this. And of course, this picture is either late summer or autumn judging by the color of the leaves and the slant of the sun. Maybe I’ll have to look for a picture about springtime and Easter!
My daughters are not little ones any longer. Indeed not. Alice is 34 and Emily will be 32 this year. They are both married and both mothers themselves, but we are still close. I hope not too much, and keep telling them to let me know if this is so. But I think we all enjoy it. Alice lives nearby and comes over on Tuesday mornings to help me with all manner of things with the strength and stamina of being 34. (I hope I get some of this back, but we’ll see.)
Today we are getting ready for Easter. Not only cleaning, but also moving yet more boxes of books into the guest room, and then buying a new rug for the family room. I’ve been thinking of this for a long time. As much as I have a strong emotional attachment to the rug which is there now, because I remember when we bought it in 1979 and were so excited about it, and how my little girls danced about its flower patterned surface and how happy Paul and I were. But nothing stays the same. There are a couple of threadbare spots and the sides have been cut down and rebound twice. It’s time! After all, they told us it would last fifteen years when we bought it (and I thought it would last longer) and it is now thirty years in our family. And I hope to have some sitting cushions or smaller rugs made from part of it. But it is time for a new rug. And exciting to buy one. It’s wool, eight by ten feet, with a lot of the same orangey rust color of the old rug, but also blues in it which I love. If it lasts thirty years, I wonder who will be using it! Well, perhaps it will be me, a 94 year old me! We’ll see. No one knows the answers to these questions.