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Cookies

When I was a little girl my mother would buy Green Leaf Cookies for us to share. They weren't anything fancy, just a simple vanilla sandwich cookie with chocolate on the inside, but we really enjoyed eating them together. After a while the bakery stopped selling them, much to my disappointment and I thought I would never see them again. 

Well time marched on but the memories of sharing those yummy cookies with her  lingered on. Eventually I joined the US Navy and she moved to Richmond VA. Wherever the Navy took me I would search for them to no avail.

Eventually my Mother joined me in my "Silly Cookie Quest" and one day she found a bakery that sold them and promptly bought 2 dozen.

Many weeks later when my ship was in England I received a very special care package from her. When I open the box I laughed with delight because tucked inside where the cookies! I savored every precious morsel.

Later that same year the bakery closed and the cookies were gone again. Oh well, I still had my memories and the cookies were good while they lasted.

Fast forward to present time.

Today we drove Mom back to the airport so she could fly back to Richmond. I cried and cried after she boarded the plane.

On the return trip home we stopped at a Gourmet Grocery Store. Can you guess what I found in the bakers case? A beautiful tray filled with Green Leaf Cookies!

Suddenly I did not feel so terribly sad, in fact my spirit lifted and the sorrow was replaced with joy! I felt as if she was right there with me and everything would be O.K. even though we are miles and miles apart.

And yes they are still as good as I remembered them. But you know what's even better than that? I can share them with my son and tell him my cookie stories!

God is Good!

Good Times

Wednesday, we enjoyed a lovely walk-about at Heathcote garden. Though the season of blooms is past, the garden did not disappoint in the least. One thing that we both admired was the Bonsai Garden.

This one is a centurion and is positively amazing. If I were an Elf I would make my home in the trunk of this beautiful tree and would protect it until I breathed my very last breath.

However the best part of the tour was the Butterfly Garden. The garden was alive with those flighty little winged creatures and I soon discovered that they were exceedingly hard to capture on camera, but I manged to get one good picture.

Later that evening RB prepared dinner for us, since he our resident Chef in Training.  Our menu consisted of the Blackened Tilapia, with Black Bean & Cucumber salad in Balsamic Vinaigrette dressing, and Garlic Rubbed Italian bread. Needless to say, every bit of it was good. Not to shabby for a 14 year old.

For the past two days Noel has brought plenty of rain and gusting winds clocked at 50 mph! The wind was so intense that it knocked my husbands Harley over. It suffered only minor damage to the hand grips which thrilled my husband to no end. I was bemused at his reaction until he explained the reason why. You see, he has secretly wanted to replace them but could not justify the expense, now he has the perfect excuse.

My shrug is coming along well and is about 3/4 of the way done. It is a rather boring little knit so to balance things out I casted on another pair of socks, that has a fair bit of cabling to keep my mind awake. I'll show you pictures on Monday.

This afternoon Mom and I are going for one last bit of shopping before she leaves tomorrow. And later on we plan to go and see Elizabeth - The Golden Age, which promises to be a good film.

A Picture Paints

A thousand words.

Mom: "You spoil me rotten."

Me: "Well, I do try. I kinda like you, you know."

Mom: "If you keep this up, you will never get rid of me."

Me: "Thats the point. I plan on stealing you when you retire in a few years!"

Mom: "Really?"

Me: "Really, really Mom. On this matter there is not doubt."

Yes, we are having too much fun together, despite the sickies who are back to work and school. Today we are headed to Heathcote Botanical Gardens.