Mother's Day

Today is the day we honor mothers.  Our mothers.  Our wives who are mothers.  Our daughters who are mothers.  Our friends who are mothers.  The mothers of our friends.

My mother was born on February 8, 1918.  She died in 1989, when she was 71, but if she was still alive she would be 108.  Pretty amazing, isn't it?

When I was growing up, a  friend of my family was an artist.  My mother sat for this portrait, which I hang in my study.  Happy Mother's Day, Mom.  And Happy Mother's Day to all the other moms.

Reading Room

 Sometimes I pass the time in one of the quiet reading rooms in the original part of Ridgefield Library.

The library bought comfortable new chairs last year.  Magazines of all kinds line the walls.

A bronze cat sleeps on an open bronze book to honor a retired librarian.

And a stern ancestor assures that occupants are quiet.

Silver Lining

 Silver Lining is a Ridgefield consignment store.  Inside they have a good selection of the usual consignment store items:  furniture, rugs, china, artwork, etc.

But, outside the store there is an ever-changing and eclectic array of unusual things.  

Yesterday they included a fake fire hydrant, a metal pig and a black metal sculpture made from scraps.

Around the corner, there was a weird gentleman in a yellow suit and a green hat.

And a pelican with a fish.

Lambs

 The Hickories is a family-owned and operated farm in Ridgefield.  They are growing a herd of sheep.

From mid-March through mid-April, the ewes in the flock gave birth to lambs.  There were many triplets.

Lola

Monday night was tough.  Daughter Susie's 14 year old weimaraner, Lola, was in pain.  They rushed her to the veterinarian, but she didn't make it. 

Lola was born in South Africa, where Susie and her husband lived before moving back to the States.

Lola was a wonderful dog.  She was very energetic when she was young, but in recent years she had become pretty slow, with lots of her time spent sleeping. 

Lola is now with her longtime companion, Sequoia, who crossed the rainbow bridge two years ago.

R.I.P. Lola.

Flowering Trees

I have been enjoying the many spring-flowering trees in Southwestern Connecticut. 

I pass this house and tree at the southern end of Ridgefield's Main Street all the time.  

The tree is a redbud.  

Funeral Cortege

I was in Bridgeport.  Horses pulling a white carriage were coming in my direction, followed by a dignified line of cars that might have been three blocks long. 

I don't know who the deceased person was, but it must have been an honored person in Bridgeport.