Rise and shine, my friend.
See the view. This one’s for you.
Watch your ship come in.
I was awake before the sailors, but still was running behind the joggers early this Mother’s Day.
Navigating through a thick grove of sweet smelling crab apple trees, I happily joined up with an enthusiastic flock of goslings. They were busily paying homage to their own mother by showing off their newly acquired honking skills at a holiday brunch.
They seemed particularly thrilled that there was plenty of lakeside seating as well as a wide selection of green grass and clover for their culinary pleasure.
I’d already celebrated with my own daughter and grandkids at a busy playground picnic yesterday.
The scene today appeared to be a peaceful one, with my 4 legged boy Rex and I soon enjoying a warm ham and gruyere croissant bought from a trendy patisserie nearby.
Rex slowly licked the cheese and grease off my fingers while he lovingly looked up at me. He then gave me one of those ‘sure is better than kibble’ kind of looks.
He is quite a connoisseur after all.
Then suddenly the entertainment began.
Though we didn’t know there was going to be any.
A newly assembled choir of goslings was crying at the top of their beaks and running right towards us.
They’d flatly rejected nature’s finely prepared platter of fresh greens.
It seems this young flock is particularly fond of French pastries, as is their dear mother.
Shouting “ooh la la” to no one in particular Rex and I trotted off after the runners for cover, leaving our own brunch far behind.
Eventually, we did find solace at a McDonald’s up the road.
And my boy Rex was happy once again, as of course we ordered greasy French fries as a substitute.
Yesterday Mother Nature stripped the lake clean, neatly folding up the last sheets of ice from winter.
This morning an assortment of sun worshipers suddenly assembled on the beach, each admiring the annual return of sparkling blue waters just beyond.
As our faces warmed, I noticed our smiles did as well.
Suddenly I found myself softly singing an old Prince tune, adding my own seasonal twist.
We’re gathered here today
To celebrate this thing called ‘spring’.”
As a fellow Minnesotan, I think the royal highness would have honored our passion.
Turning to leave while the sun continued to rise, I shouted a quick “lets go crazy,” to the crowd.
And they did, each springing into a shiny motor boat, then speeding off into the distance.
All as happy as clams.