Sunday was Mother’s Day, and also my first day out of the house since I’ve been sick. Rain was predicted for most of the day. This did not discourage your Auntie Katie, however.
She let me know she and the Cousins would be by to fetch me so we could have a picnic. She brought a beautiful bouquet from Amarette Gregor’s tiny Pup Tent flower shop, which operates out of Auntie Katie’s garage.
After the inevitable snags of closed bakeries and Mother’s Day crowds, we acquired lunch and desserts from Piccone’s Corner and Le Petit Province, and were on our way.
We drove up to The Grotto, also known as The Sanctuary of the Sorrowful Mother. We bought tokens for the elevator ride to the top and were not disappointed. The rain stopped just as we arrived, and had painted every leaf with sparkle and every path with shine.
We found a perfect dry spot just across from the statue of St. Francis.
Fittingly, we were visited by a dozen robins and junkoes as we ate bread, pate and wonderful cheeses. Beautiful desserts topped of the perfect meal for the perfect day.
It was one of those precious three-generation afternoons that just melts my heart.
Cousin Jasper usually doesn’t like his picture being taken, but agreed to pose with his mighty umbrella/sword.
We shared stories and tiramisu and were very silly.
When the food was mostly gone, we walked around a bit and got back to the car just as the rain started up again.
What a miraculous, loving, exhausting outing.