This is a shot taken at Mum's 65th birthday party. That's my stepdad, my sister Connie, Mum, me, and my brother Terry. We're all laughing at the dancing flower in the cake my sister made for Mum. Every time someone laughed the flower danced and sang. The cake was made in a big plant pot, with Oreo cookies for the "dirt," and even a handy spade to "dish the dirt," so to speak. It was delicious, as well as hilarious, as I recall.
|Birthday shenanigans circa 1992.|
It's kind of a thing for Maritimers to make the annual trek home at Christmas or in the summer. And it always seemed important to be home for Mum's birthday. But please don't get the idea that it was in any way a sacrifice for me. Ha. Quite the contrary. When we weren't eating birthday cake on the day, Mum and I would shop 'til we dropped. In the evenings after supper, we'd binge on Jane Austen movies while my stepdad and Hubby would be banished to the kitchen. Which wasn't exactly a sacrifice for them, either. Since the tea pot would be hot and there'd be a big cookie jar of homemade doughnuts. There were always homemade doughnuts. On one day Mum and I would trim her huge basil and parsley plants and I would make a big batch of pesto to take home. Hubby would pick wild chokecherries to bring home to make wine, and we'd otherwise pack the truck with goodies from the farm. Including a few doughnuts to keep our strength up for the long drive back to Ottawa.
For several years Hubby and I combined the visit to Fredericton with a week on Prince Edward Island. One year we spent time in Maine. Another year we pulled our tent trailer all over Nova Scotia, camping on Cape Breton Island, and at Pugwash, Shelburne, Chester, Lunenburg, and Digby. Our own little east coast odyssey.
In 2001 we headed over to Newfoundland for two weeks, taking the "slow ferry" from Sydney, landing in Argentia on the Avalon Peninsula at dusk and encountering a couple of moose almost right away, and even driving up the road behind a mother caribou and two babies the next morning, on our way to St. John's, to stay with family for a few days. We ate fish and brewis, and cod au gratin, pronounced cod-A-grAten. I love my Newfie cousins, but they sure talk funny. Ha. We then pretty much circumnavigated the island, attending the Puffin Festival one night for a traditional Jiggs dinner in the village of Elliston which is, I'll have you know, the self-proclaimed "root cellar capital of the world." Loved that place. A few days later on the other side of the island we hiked up Gros Morne mountain, which was stunning, if a bit painful the next day, loose scree and new hiking boots being the culprit, before eventually leaving Newfoundland from Port Aux Basques by the "fast ferry." We had to be back in Fredericton for Mum's birthday.
But not this year. Since I've been grounded by shingles, I'm not driving cars, and not even driving in cars, yet. So Hubby and I cancelled our trip to the Saguenay, and even our trip home to New Brunswick. And it feels weird to be here, on Mum's birthday, when I know everyone else will be there.
Okay, not everyone else. Mum doesn't want a celebration, nor any "fuss" this year. Still, I know there'll be a cake, and family dropping in. My cousin Marion will be bringing lunch, I heard. I'm sure my nieces, and Mum's friends, and neighbours will stop by after supper with flowers and cards... and tasty tidbits. It's not as if Mum will be on her own. Or that anyone will even notice that I'm not there.
I do hate to miss a party.
I posted this little video on Mum's birthday a couple of years ago. Advice on aging. Have a look. Love the "stay weird" admonishment. Like in my family we have any choice. Ha.
So... Happy Birthday Mum. Hope you have a grand day. Lots of hugs for your heart. Maybe a few books. Cake. And a great lunch with Marion.
When I come home in November, we'll go shopping for your birthday present.
And watch Jane Austen movies until all hours.
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