... of course not. But it can't be Mother's Day without world famous waffles somewhere. And all was good until we discovered that, although here in the land of trees, we had no maple syrup. Once over the shock we improvised—using jelly, strawberries, and my favorite, blueberries dusted with powdered sugar and then drizzled with fresh lemon juice.

Nice to see rhubarb coming up. Earlier in the week I made rhubarb compote and then Sue made rhubarb pie, from stock harvested in Whitewater.

Pax and I getting ready for coffee on the deck and some morning pretend tai chi.

And, today, the camper trailer that has for so long resided in the garage has moved on to new adventures. Somewhat sad to see it go since it's been here for over a decade and has provided quite a significant number of sleepless nights.