You know how sentimental I am. I'm sure it doesn't surprise you how much I appreciate creating and keeping traditions with my family. Our Mother's Day ritual remains basically the same, but the details keeps evolving. It's one of the only days out of the year that I sleep in. I've never been a late sleeper, so I don't mind that it happens infrequently... makes it that much more special when it happens. While I bury myself under the covers, my husband and the children tiptoe downstairs and prepare a breakfast of my choosing to bring up to me on a tray. Ahhh! I can barely wait... so I set the tray myself the night before. Some how this seems to add to their excitement and takes one less step out of the equation for my husband... as he supervises baking popovers , flower picking, and card making. This is the popover recipe that we always use. Perfect for the kids and long enough for me to really fall back asleep! All of these activities take a blissful hour or so, and then I'm greeted by the proudest and happiest faces.
We're so fortunate that each Mother's Day seems to be the weekend that the apple blossoms are peaking. We often take a short walk through a stretch of antique apple trees up the road from our house. The smell is heavenly, and it never ceases to make me feel like I've entered paradise. I had a light bulb moment yesterday. What if we went to one of our favorite apple orchards with a picnic... sandwiches and lemonade under a canopy of pink blossoms... sounds lovely, doesn't it?
We stopped by to see how the trees were coming along on our way home from town today. The pear trees were exploding with white flowers... but the pink apple blossoms were just beginning. I bet by Sunday they'll be ready!
I'd love to hear about your traditions...