Buttercup

Buttercup.
I love that word.
For one, any allusion to The Princess Bride is a win in my book. And, when has any mention of a cup of tasty although indulgent butter been a bad thing? I guess I have a little Paula Dean in me there.
However, the main reason I love buttercup(s) is the bold little flower's proclamation of spring. They are the final lap flag of winter; the first heralds of spring. I love their eagerness. It is like they want to be the first with the t-shirt and concert ticket so they can casually say to the tulips who lag cautiously behind, "Oh, spring. Yeah. I like already bloomed four weeks ago. You know when it was still snowing."
Gotta love their tenacity.
Bloom on little cups of sunshine, bloom on.

Bodacious Broads

Setting: Mother's Day 2008; Dacula, GA

Characters: Rebecca (me), Roxanne (sister), and Lela (mother), various other wonderful ladies of the Bodacious Broads Chapter of The Red Hat Society and their lovely daughters and daughters-in-law.

Exposition: Two hour drive with my mom, sister, and broken foot cross country to avoid Atlanta traffic.

Climax: Adorning our pink (or red if you are over 50 years old) hats and walking up to a predominately men’s golf club for our annual Mother’s Day brunch.

Resolution: Realization that the heavy burden of expectation of my attendance at the annual event (“come hell or high water” as my father says) was worth the hassle of the long drive with said broken foot (i.e. hell or high water) to spend those moments with my precious mother and her amazing friends.

Sequel: The hope that next year will bring together those same faces from all over the country to honor our mothers and share in their friendship. The prayer that one day I will share a similar moment with my own daughter.