Growing up, our Mother’s Day celebration consisted of confining Mom to bed while we served her terribly dry scrambled eggs, garnished with fistfuls of dandelion bouquets and “roses” fashioned from hair ribbons.
All of which she endured gracefully, as is her way.
We still aren’t much for Hallmark cards or (many) presents, but there’s no better day to dig through the good linens, set out the best silver, and get down to cooking for the woman who taught us how.
It seems only fitting that today’s post, the hundredth on 5thjoy, should honor Ann, Anne and Maggie. Lessons these women mastered: the importance of a fur collar, the angle of your hat, that perfect shade of teal and the elegance of a white shirt. Also: write your thank you notes promptly, keep those elbows off the table, offer up suffering when it comes your way, pursue a gentle sufficiency in all things, and above all, for goodness’ sake, don’t let your children run the show.
Now, I’ve a table to set.
