We were two mothers, eating breakfast on a cool May morning.
I ate Rice Krispies; she feasted on my landscaping.
There, outside the kitchen window, a 1,200 pound mama cow grazed at a buffet of my spring flowers.
The neighbor’s cow had escaped through a hole in the fence, and wandered in search of greener pastures, which she found in our yard. Thankfully, the cow was quickly corraled and returned home after I put up a
frantic cry for help.
On this Mother’s Day, may you find the greenest pastures right out your own front door. Enjoy your day (but don’t eat the daylilies).
Today, I am grateful for the many mothers in my life — including women who never had physical children but spiritually nurtured the children of others.
A special thank you to my mom and mother-in-law. They watched Scott and I sneak through the fence toward faraway pastures, then welcomed us back when we realized the pastures closest to home were among the very best.