One of my mother’s favorite expressions is, “It’s the end of the story that counts.”
It took about half a dozen negotiations -with more than one person, over a couple of months – but I’m happy to tell you that I spent last week up north with my mother, a couple of weeks before her 95th birthday.
Mom lives in a Retirement Home on 10 acres north of the city.
We were lucky the weather was perfect – sunny in the low seventies and not humid – so we sat outside on the verandah every afternoon after lunch.
It was quiet and peaceful listening to the birds and watching the ducks, geese and fish splashing in the water.
And that, dear friends, is the reason why I haven’t left comments on your blogs.
I’ve got lots of catching up to do, but I’m still jet-lagged – I only returned back home late on Sunday night.