This is a little flower called "Snow Cap". It seemed to appear for the first time last spring. I must have planted it the year before but couldn't remember and had no idea of its name. When it came up again this spring, I really wanted to get more but the plant selection down here is less than ideal and , of course, I still didn't know what it was called.

Low and behold, I walked into one of our garden centres last week and they had several containers with young plants there. I bought four to put in some small beds on the south side of the house. Now, if only they all survive the landscaping upheaval!

I haven't blogged here for a while mostly because I get so little feedback. I am ashamed to say that I need far more positive reinforcement than I should at my age. I do communicate with many of you on Face Book and really enjoy that site. If only they would stop making changes!

Mother's Day was very painful. I woke up on Sunday seething with resentment. Not only have I lost my mother and mother-in-law recently but I had no children or grandchildren within hugging distance. Church was difficult since the sermon was all about how wonderful mothers are. I certainly didn't feel wonderful in any sense and I just wished the minister would stop talking. Not the greatest attitude for the Sunday morning service. I called my sister and she was having a rough day as well. She couldn't make herself go to church because she knew the buzz would all be about the "day". She was perhaps wiser to stay home.

Yesterday and today have been much better. After all, I have 360 plus days before this comes around again. I have hated Mother's Day for years. I feel it is a phony celebration and full of hypocrisy  but have never been as down as this year. Perhaps next year will be better.

I have been asked to speak at our church's annual women's banquet in June. I am pretty excited about this. I love public speaking and haven't really done any since we've moved down here. I have named my talk "A Tale Worth Telling". I want to talk about the importance of leaving a written record or journal for our grandchildren and great grandchildren. I am reading a  book right now where the main character is reading a journal written by her great-great-great aunt and it is fascinating. I do wish some of my "greats" had left a written legacy. So many stories have been lost. I think this is especially important for Christians to do. We should be recording the evidences of God's grace and provision in our lives.

I guess that's enough for today. The fingers on my right hand are sore again. This condition - whatever it is - has been going on since December. I thought it was going to clear up when it wasn't as bad for a month or so but it seems just as bad right now as it ever was. It does make typing rather awkward.

Spring is my favourite time of the year - cool temperatures, sun, green lush foliage and not many bugs. Hope you are enjoying your spring whatever the weather!