Mid-May

*Last Saturday, stores were filled with men, women, and children buying gifts for their wives, mothers, and grandmothers. Few were probably aware that Mother’s Day has only been celebrated since it became a national holiday in 1914. Were they thinking of all the deserving mothers down through the millennia who were never recognized for their love, devotion, sacrifice, and incredibly hard work? Of all the women who died in childbirth in every country around the world? About countries/cultures that still kill, rape, and maim their women and girls? Or about mothers who have lost their children? Once a year, retailers remind us to honor our mothers with flowers, candy, cards, and dining out, when we should appreciate them always by listening to them, by not bickering, and by keeping in mind where we would be without them. (Picture of Mom and four of us six children.)

*After a parching April, we have been blessed with lots of rain so far this month. The grass, trees, and bushes are neon green again. Hooray! I drove through torrential rain in San Antonio on Tuesday that made Nellie so shiny my parents thought I had a new car.

On the golf course with Dad yesterday, our balls could not roll and roll and roll. They splashed into big puddles and temporary creeks or just thudded where they landed. Pretty rivelets and mini ponds glistened in the brilliant sunshine, which kept me smiling as the temperature rose.

The rain also made visible the fire ants, which mounded above the drenched earth. Why the groundskeeper never takes advantage of these wet opportunities to eradicate the nasty creatures, when they can be seen, is beyond me. As soon as the ground dries up, they will tunnel back down and hide, waiting to painfully ambush unsuspecting feet and legs. (Years ago, they killed our newborn piglets and chicks; babies are not safe crawling in parks or yards and should never be left unattended on a blanket outside.)

*Another opportunity missed is during drought time. When the water’s edge recedes at Canyon Lake, little islands begin to pop up here and there. This would be a great time for the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers to install buoys or flags, so that when the water level is up where it should be boaters will be able to tell where the shallow water is. Just a thought…However, with fast-growing San Antonio taking its water from the lake, the little islands may never be submerged again.

*Yesterday evening, grandson Ben’s Little League team ended the regular season with another win. Since they only lost once, they are in the playoffs, which start next week. Everyone on the team has greatly improved. Although they still don’t catch or hit every ball, they now look like they know what they are doing.

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About Cyranette

I have been writing since I was 11 and am now a grandmother of 9. Aside from my family, I love writing, reading, movies, gardening, genealology, and travel. I met my soulmate online and we've been married 18 years. I am a survivor of rape, abuse, and cancer. I believe in love, kindness, and common sense. I was born/raised in Indiana and have lived in Massachusetts, Texas, and California. I have visited: most of the United States, British Columbia, Germany, Austria, and Costa Rica. My husband and I would like to visit England, Europe, and New Zealand and to take a train ride along the Canadian/American border. I have written essays, articles, short stories, a romance novel, a self-help book, and several children's books.
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