I woke up this morning thinking of not only what I was going to eat but more importantly, I found myself thinking of so many of you near and far.
A few of you I’m related to. Many are friends I’ve had over the last half century and many, many times over are those with whom I’m newly acquainted (and never met in person!). But I’d hazard a guess that no matter where or how life finds us right this instant, if you’re with me now we have three main things in common.
One, our shared love of all things delicious…
I now make this recipe every other week because these made as muffins are one of my hubby’s favorite foods and it’s hard to find a coffee cake this good anywhere, especially these days.
Two, we are all drawn to beautiful things, regardless their cost…
(like these blooms given to me my neighbor and hubby)
or their condition (as these vintage punch mugs, imperfect but adorable, snatched from the Bins).
I like to think we all are connected because we are drawn to beautiful things regardless how we might use them–
like these English pans that tickle me unduly everytime I pull them out, be it for baking pot pies or storing leftovers or even corralling a small posse of shallots on the countertop.
As hard as life is sometimes, we need to remember that beauty is everywhere, no?
Sometimes it’s the cast-offs that hold the greatest charm — and I suspect many of you feel the same.
And lastly, I think of one more word that unites all of us here (and is a common denominator in the people I devote most of my energy).
It’s such a quaint word but it’s something I aspire to every day and in the midst of COVID madness, I have this little sign outside on my front lawn to remind me (and others who might walk by) of its importance.
I’ve noticed what just a smidgeon can do for someone else.
These past few weeks I’ve tried to make sure some seniors I know have enough food and treats to keep them going, and I got teary phone calls from grateful recipients who’ve said how much they’ve appreciated some fresh fruit and breads and staples.
And I cannot even begin to tell you how many times kindness or generosity has come back to me.
It seems like multiple times daily I’ve been the lucky recipient of a treat, a special shout out, or an unusually thoughtful gesture.
So Mother’s Day.
Lastly, I like to think that so many of us share a very strong urge to nurture, to care-give, to inspire.
And when we celebrate Mother’s Day, isn’t that we all are truly celebrating?
Mother’s Day shouldn’t just be about a gender and a specific role (like child-rearing) but rather one in which we honor all those who make our lives a little sweeter,
are able to tame chaos
into something more understandable/manageable,
someone quick to lift our spirits or hold us close when we are down,
and all those always ready to dial up a lot more fun on the spur of the moment.
It’s funny but so many people I adore aren’t mothers in the strictest sense of the word but they inspire the world around them, show compassion and kindness to the greater community and are the nurturers who make life more tolerable and enjoyable.
So to all of you givers/bakers/friends/grocery shoppers/listeners/artists/pals/good neighbors/canine whisperers, I send up an icy cocktail (like last night’s pink grapefruit margarita)
a bowl of something drop-dead scrumptious (last week’s scampi and avocado sushi rice bowl)
and a little something from my porch to remind you what we all need to be doing (in the unlikely event that you’ve forgotten!).
To all those who’ve lightened my load, encouraged my stride, shared in my sorrow and joys and just showed up during these horrible/wonderful times, know you’ve left me stronger and smilier because of it.
Happy Mother’s Day!