LFMD asked me what I did for Tessa for Mother’s Day, and since I’ve never been one to shy away from boring the ever-livin’ snot out of my readership with my various projects, I thought I’d share this year’s adventures as well. Tessa actually benefits – or is possibly short-changed – by her birthday falling so close to Mother’s Day, so I’ve had to work to separate the two.
For her birthday on Friday, I got her a batch of peonies, because seriously, is there anything on Earth that smells better? I also got her all the flavors of her favorite jam, which is damn near impossible to find in America since Whole Foods stopped carrying it: the delectable Fior di Frutta:
It contains no sugar, but each flavor is insane: wild blueberry, strawberry, Seville orange, plum, peach, apricot… good god, they’re amazing. But the big present was something I saw at Salem’s wedding.
I found a lady who makes really nice backgammon tables, the kind with the board inlaid into the top so your dice don’t sputter across the room. Since Tessa always played backgammon with her dad, I thought it’d be cool to start up again (and teach Lucy as soon as she stops swiping the pieces). The table won’t be ready until late June, so I got her a little magnetic backgammon game for nine bucks in the interim so I can learn not to suck.
As for Mother’s Day, I’ve had this idea for a while… we have no real outside seating at the farm except for a brick patio that has been destroyed by countless winters and errant snowplows. I noticed the barn had an ancient door – unused for a hundred years – opening up into the yard, and so I got to thinking.
what it looked like
what it looks like now
what it will look like (thank you, Photoshop)
I thought it’d be great to build a little deck for us to watch the sunset when we’re 104. I’m doing it all myself with concrete piers and pressure-treated wood, and it was totally inexpensive – the only real cost is the offset umbrella, but I can’t stand those patio umbrellas that don’t move, don’t shade, and fall over on kids.
So there you have it. Is it love or Dexedrine? Oh, gentle reader, can’t it be both?