After brunch

Windy, rainy Sunday afternoon, Hippies on tv, Woody and I are cuddled up on the couch. The house is clean and we're not worried about doing anything. He had to go out at 2:30 this morning and I never did get back to sleep all the way, so we're tired and happy to be sitting still (or, in his case, stretched out sleeping.)
Yesterday was my grandmother's birthday, so my family had a dinner last night.

Today, Tracy and I made a Mother's Day brunch for my mom and sister in law and family. We had donut holes and pimento cheese biscuits and fruit and hash brown casserole. They rolled in from the church they all attend, where a downed tree had knocked out their power and blocked their usual route home, and we ate food and drank coffees and teas and listened to music.

My original idea for this afternoon involved planting, but the weather has brought me the gift of rest and in a couple of hours, brunch leftovers will provide dinner.
Here's to mothers of all kinds, shapes and sizes -- the ones with children and the ones without. I hope your afternoons are just as pleasurable.