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Hope y’all have had a Peaceful, Loving Mothers’ Day

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I hope you have enjoyed your day as much as I have! The Edible Garden is nearly all planted! We have planted 6 cucumber plants, 8 cantaloupe, 4 butternut squash, 6 zucchini, 6 yellow squash, 2 pineapple sage, 2 bee balm, 6 basil, 1 lemon verbena, 2 chive, 6 tomatoes, and 3 blanket flower. I’m waiting a bit longer to put in my bell peppers, and I have yet to buy my green beans. I have marigolds and nasturtium ready to be tucked in here and there.

I can’t think of a better way to celebrate Mothers’ Day than in the garden, mothering the earth. Both of the progeny called to chat. Melissa sent me a 50mm lens for my Nikon and I’m going to start a new photography project soon. I’m dirty and tired and the day has been gorgeous.

Here’s a bit of mushy Mothers’ Day message from 2020…

Posted on  •Edit”Wishing you All a Peaceful, Loving Mothers’ Day”

I read an article the other day:  10 Unforgettable Literary Moms.  I came away with one quote that resonated my heart.

It’s a quote from Toni Morrisson’s deeply haunting book “Beloved”.  I confess, I didn’t get very far into the book before I set it down.  It was a glimpse into a world that is so disturbing and painful that it caused me pain, too.  I’ve always said I’ll get back to it when the Time is right because there is something to learn about suffering from it.  At any rate, here’s the quote from Sethe, whose tragic past has complicated her relationship with her daughter, 18-year-old Denver.  Despite all of Sethe’s problems, she is a Mother.

Grown don’t mean a thing to a mother.  A child is a child.  They get bigger, older, but grown?  What’s that supposed to mean?  In my heart, it don’t mean a thing.

She’s not talking about “raising” a child here.  She’s talking about the ineffeable feeling of Being a Mother.  There are no words, though I’ve just spent an hour trying to write some.  It is Mystical Spiritual Love that is instinctively protective and nurturing.  It doesn’t change  just because your children reach a certain age.

It’s not about the Love you receive from your children.  It’s not about what a Good Mother you are or aren’t.  It’s about that Spirit that enters you when you give birth, committing you to a Lifetime of Support to your creation.

I know that some mothers don’t feel it and I’m sad for them and their children.  Most of us, though, have been Blessed by that Love.  Now that my kids are parents, they, too, know that Ever-Present Love and Caring for their kids.

It doesn’t change, no matter how much anger or sadness has found its way into your lives.  It is Forever and Always.

It isn’t easy, this mothering thing.  We try our best to keep sight of that inexpressible Love when times are trying, but ain’t nobody perfect.  The Perfect Mother is one who has done her Best…and that’s all of us…and that’s Good Enough.

They are still my children, my babies.  In my heart, they never are Grown, but I sure do respect them as Adults. They are Good People.  I love being their Mom and am so grateful.  (I really like those grandkids, too, but that’s yet another Indescribable Love!)

Peace

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Sorry…

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Okay, I lied again about those extra posts. When the daughter is around, there’s not a lot of down-time.

Yes, we did bet Golden Tempo, the longshot winner of the KY Derby!!! What’s even better is that we had a party of 10 to cheer the ponies on. It really was a Great Race–first woman trainer to win the roses, two brothers who came in neck-and-neck in first and second place, and the first in a while of fast track vs. muddy in Lousville.

In what seems to be my normal behavior lately, I have no pictures of yesterday. The Jr girls were in attendance and their mom took graduation pictures of them on the grounds, so you’d think it would have dawned on me to mark the occasion digitally. But, alas, you’ll just have to take my word for it – we are all gorgeous.

It has been a blast and today will wrap up with a visit from Aunt Dee and a visit to Aunt Donna. Tomorrow morning at 6am, she’ll be on the plane back to NYC.

Casey’s doing even better, kind of showing off for his daughter, I think. We see his surgeon again this Friday and I bet he can go back to driving. >sigh of relief<

Next week is Mothers’ Day, time to put out the garden. We’ve got one more week of low 40s temps, so that works out perfectly. I’ll see you then.

Hope you’re surrounded by Love in your neck of the woods.

Peace

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Breaking News!!

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If you’re a long-time reader, you know that the Kentucky Derby is an Official Family Holiday for the Caseys of Sonnystone Acres. Yes, we wear hats, drink juleps, eat fried chicken and pecan pie, and generally carry on as if we were in Louisville. I am well-known for overthinking the entire Spectacle, and others make more sane, and profitable, wagers.

At times, we’ve gone out to our local thoroughbred racetrack and rubbed elbows with the hoi-polloi, watching the race on the Turbotron; other times, I’ve been in NYC with granddaughters who embraced the style of the event. Most of the time we’ve watched from our diner, sipping our Bourbon of Choice.

Always, I’m on the line with my children, Melissa and Michael, enjoying our wins and commiserating our losses.

This year, 2026, my girl-child will be in residence for both Oaks and Derby Day!!!

I will pick her up at around midnight tonight (before her plane turns into a pumpkin) and she’ll stay Friday through Sunday.

Give us a call if you’d like to visit! No Irish Dancers this trip, but Missi is pretty entertaining on her own. There will definitely be sibling pictures, and while she’s here we’ll celebrate (early) Nova’s birthday and graduation.

I’m so excited!

Peace

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Minimal Effort

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People, it’s Derby Week! I am ready to study up and share my scintillating insights into the Run for the Roses. You don’t want to miss that! Plus, we’re trying a whole new menu this year!

I apologize for these recent posts that are done so hastily, but here I am again, running out the door, throwing some words at you.

Last week, Dee and I met up for lunch and a matinee of Merrily We Roll Along. When we arrived at the theatre, we were the only people there –Just us, everything locked, a big sign advertising “Dear Evan Hansen”. It was Monday when I got in touch with the Box Office and they were, “we got the chance to do the Evan Hansen and pivoted in December, tried to get in touch with everyone”. I guess they did a pretty good job, except for us. To be honest, I’m not too excited to see this musical and it definitely messed with my schedule, but I’m heading back over to USI shortly.

The yard is out of control now, so Boy-Child is here mowing the top acres for us. I knew he’d come in handy one of these days.

I promise I’ll take my time for the Derby Week posts and make up for all this neglect. I’ll be back Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, so Watch this spot and join us as we Party!

Peace

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Weekly Wrap-up

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Was it just last Monday that I wrote you that we’d weathered a rough week? Here I am again, your intrepid reporter, to let you know that we’ve weathered another rough week…

When I started sneezing and wheezing on the drive back from Chicago, I blamed allergies, but had a sneaky suspicion that it was a rhinovirus aka a cold. I hoped it wasn’t, but it was, and Casey caught it. It was a real booger for me (get it) to cough up the tenacious sputum, but this guy with two inguinal incisions was laid down with excruciating pain with every spasm. It was a bit of a set-back, to say the least. We saw the surgeon for routine follow-up on Friday and, guess what? the doctor had had the same bug, and they commiserated with each other. His incisions are healing well and his progress, though slower now than we’d hoped, is positively positive.

My patient lost a filling during this ordeal and we’re going to the dentist tomorrow after his annual eye exam. That will test his stamina, and I’m skeptical, but he’s in charge.

Our lawn is going to need mowing before Casey’s able, and I’ve talked with Michael about coming over and getting the front and side knocked down before it gets too overgrown. I have always wanted to forego mowing the meadow, all the way down to the woods with only a path around it, to see what wildflowers would grow up there. Looks like I’m getting my wish this year (for a while) and there are lots of oxeye daisies, violets, and others I can’t name. I can’t seem to get a good picture, either, but here we are…

I think last night and tonight may be our last days of low temps in the upper 30s – fingers crossed – but I had to bring my tomatoes and peppers inside, where they’ll stay for a couple of days.

I’m meeting Dee for the final USI theatrical production of the year: Merrily we Roll Along. I’m gaining a new appreciation for Sondheim this season. We have enjoyed all of the shows and we’ll definitely attend next year.

I hope it’s warming in your neck of the woods.

Peace

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A day late & a dollar short

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Last week was quite the week for healthcare around the acres. Casey’s double hernia repair went very well; of course, it hurt and the pain meds are a blessing and a curse. On his surgery day, I was sick as a dog, coughing, sniffing, and eyes so watery I could hardly open them, but I bravely wore a mask and did my duty. The next days are a blur of care-giving for both of us, but by Thursday I was feeling much better and Michael came by to do a few chores for us. The husband was going through his “will I ever poop again?” phase and I threatened him with an enema until he pushed through on Saturday. I’m nothing but supportive with my patients…

On Saturday, my favorite plant store opened and I was the first one through the doors. Within 30 minutes, the lines were an hour long, and though I managed to get tomatoes and peppers, herbs and some flowers, the crowds were so deep I couldn’t really buy everything I need. That’s okay, we’ve got a while to go before this stuff goes in the ground.

The Peace/Bird Garden, however, is another story. My current favorite perennial there is garden phlox, which happens to also be a fave of the deer, so several weeks back I dug it all up, planning to put it in the back fenced garden. Somehow, I managed to leave in the phlox and dug up three coneflower plants instead. By the time I figured this all out, the phlox in the ground had grown quite quickly, so yesterday I got out and re-arranged the garden, adding one more phlox and re-planting the coneflower. I’ve got allium (a member of the onion family) all around the perimeter, hoping to discourage the deer and I have a few other tricks up my sleeve…

Whilst digging and moving, I moved just wrong and ended up laying on a heating pad most of the day yesterday. No, I did not take any of Casey’s pain pills… It’s somewhat better today, but I’m taking it easy.

The weather in these parts shows super temps from 50s to 80s for the next two weeks, but I’m so skeptical. I judge by my experience with Kentucky Derby Day, the first Saturday in May (5/2 this year) and more often than not we’re wearing coats with our hats, so I’m holding back planting my warm-weather crops for now. My peas and onions are doing great and my potatoes are peeping up, too.

Casey has his follow-up appointment with the surgeon this Friday. Until then, we’re free and I plan to visit as many local garden spots as I can.

Sorry to make you wait for this rather plain missive. Hope you’re feeling well where you are.

Peace

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Still on Cloud Nine

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I don’t know if there are words to describe the emotions this ol’ grandma has felt this last week, especially watching my Emma dance. It’s very akin to Joy, but more radiant? It’s a little like feeling proud, but more incandescent? It was beautiful, she is beautiful, and so deserving of her status as Top American Irish Dancer in the World. I’m so grateful for these experiences and thankful for my family.

We made it to the Art Institute of Chicago on a cold day, but it was warm inside. I was so thrilled! I’ve never seen so many impressionist artists in one place. There was Monet, Manet, Pisarro, , Renoir, and Cassat.

America was also represented well, with a great Norman Rockwell that personifies Chicago baseball, “The Dugout”, Grant Wood’s “American Gothic, and the renowned “Nighthawks at the Diner” by Edward Hopper.

The Matisse Exhibit featured his paper cut-outs, a technique he started to use in the 1940s. I didn’t know that.

We said our good-byes to the Jose Fam at dinner after the Awards Ceremony on Friday, and started back home in the storms Saturday morning. Geez, gas is $4.59/gal up there! About 50 miles into the trip, we began to see it drop to $4.20, then 100 miles south, the prices were down to $3.97; another 100 miles down, $3.78. Here in Eville, gas at the Walmart is $3.69. What’s with that??? I just shake my head.

Tomorrow’s Casey’s surgery, a simple hernia repair, no biggie. I’ll be playing nurse for a few days, and get caught up on my reading. The weather after Wednesday looks gorgeous and I’m hoping to get out and buy plants!!!

My allergies really flared up on the drive home yesterday – we went the backroads through the Illinois cornfields – so it feels like Spring to me! Hope it’s blossoming in your neck of the woods.

Peace

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Number 6 in The World!

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My #1 grandie Emma Magnolia Mayne Jose danced her way to sixth in this premiere competition.

I am so happy to see her hard work pay off.

You may remember that she is the current North American champion, and now is the top American in The World.

My heart is full!!!!

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Evening Edition

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It’s been a busy week here at the Acres. We added fresh mulch all around the house foundation beds, rearranged some perennials in the Peace/Bird Garden, and planted peas, onions, and potatoes.

EVSC was on Spring Break, so I spent some time with Samantha – always a treat!

Thanks to my cousin Lori, I got to meet (on facetime) her granddaughter, Saylor Reese Deig, a most adorable little doll-baby, who cooed and smiled and is obviously brilliant!

Today we met up with the Juniors and had a nice lunch, an early Easter get-together. I always forget to take pictures at these things, but take my word for it, we are all darling af.

Now we’re packing up for our trip up North for the Oireachtas Rince na Cruinne 2026 aka World Irish Dance Championships. It’s being held in Schaumburg, Illinois, about six hours from here, and we’re so excited to be there! Eliza dances on Tuesday and Emma on Friday.

The weather looks absolutely hideous, cold, wet, windy, brrr, so I’ve given up any idea of walking much, but we will Definitely be going to the Art Institute of Chicago ! I can hardly wait to see “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte”, the backdrop for the Sondheim musical “Sunday in the Park with George”.

The Art Institute also owns “Nighthawks at the Diner” and currently there is a fabulous exhibit of works by Henri Matisse!

We’ll be returning by next Saturday, so I’ll get you caught up on our trip next Sunday…unless, of course, one of the girls actually Wins the World Championship, or comes in top 10, in which case, I’ll post a quick Breaking News Report. Wouldn’t that be great?

I hope Spring is springing in your neck of the woods.

Peace

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Welcome, Spring!

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Okay, it’s true, I lied. I did not get around to starting the new garden blog last week. I have several justifications for delaying its launch, but mostly I was busy with other stuff. I had my annual physical and I must brag that I passed my mini-mental exam with flying colors! St. Patrick’s Day is a Family Holiday with us, so the feast was feasted on Tuesday. It was a jolly day, and followed so quickly by Ostara and its accompanying menu, I’ve been an absolute Bacchus. So I didn’t get any blog blogged…

But if I had posted anything, it would look like this…

Growing Every Season

It’s been a most wonderful start to the season of renewal, rebirth! Up with the dawn to greet the sun, I could feel a resurgence of energy.

We spent the day playing outside. Casey finished the new garden beds and filled them with garden soil and the earthy smell of manure wafted in the breeze. I brought out the over-wintered plants and started cleaning out the shed.

Later on, we had a lovely quiche and asparagus, washed it down with cider, and went down to the firepit to relax and light a fire.

We cannot see the sun set from the grove where the fire blazed, but 12 hours and 6 minutes after Ol’ Sol rose in the east, he set in the West.

If I had written it, it would go something like that, and end with

…Keep on Growing…

When I finally get that blog going, you’ll be the first to know. We’re trying to get as much heavy work done as we can before we leave for Chicago on the 30th, so we’re super grateful for such balmy weather!

Hope you’re having a lovely day in your neck of the woods!

Peace