Peace in the country
Mother’s Day 2010
As yet another day starts in the Hill Country I sat on the porch watching the mist start to come over the trees to the east. The smells of coffee and cholesterol wafted in from the kitchen.
“You want any,” my wife asked?
“Nah, I’m plenty good enough just watching the dogs run chasing the shadows in the forest.”
“I’m starting to burn the bacon,” she said as she closed the window to keep the burning smell inside.
(Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppp) sounded the smoke alarm as I walked into the house into a smoke filled kitchen.
“You need help dear?”
“Nah, just trying to make it crispy.”
“There’s a shock. You think the smoke alarm is going to wake the neighbors?”
“Nah, they are along the banks fishing this morning.”
“Happy Mother’s Day darling”
“Yup, it’s Mother’s Day”
The door started to get scratched up and I wandered over, taking a sip of my coffee as I opened the door to let the two most ferocious dauschounds who barked and whined until I reached down and petted them.
“Don’t be given them any treats,” my wife said as I was reaching them down to hand them both a piece of bacon.
“I’ve got no idea what you are talking about,” as one of the dogs trotted by with a piece of meat in his mouth.
Her glare spoke volumes and I just reached down to open the paper trying to find people I didn’t like in the obituaries. Seeing none and not caring about the sports scores, I closed it and headed outside to enjoy yet another peaceful day before it got hot.
Nothing worse, than heat and humidity in the Hill Country.
I should call mom and tell her Happy Mother’s Day.
I think she knows…
Happy Mother’s Day Mom I thought as I relax on the porch until the sun goes down.