Around the Hendrix household, Mother’s Day means I get to be bossier than usual…but only in the nicest way, of course. To avoid boxes of chocolate that wind up on my hips and flowers that wind up in the compost pile, I’ve taken to being veryÂ specific about what I want for Mother’s Day. Â This year it was Lemon Ricotta Pancakes from a recipe that appeared in the local paper this week, a strong suggestion for Jewelry to be picked out by my daughter (who understands my tastes quite well and has since she was, like, four), and an outing to the local Arts Festival, which the city fathers wisely hold on Mom’s Day weekend so that we can force our families to join us. Otherwise, I suspect the streets would be full of unaccompanied women.
So, the pancakes were excellent. The recipe called for blueberry compote on top, but we were unexpectedly short of blueberries, so the above-mentioned daughter opted for raspberries. Superb choice. These pancakes are almost, but not quite, South Beach friendly, so I’m going to tweak the recipe a bit, and then I’ll post it here.
The jewelry somehow morphed into an FM transmitter for my iPod. Â I was so excited, it didn’t even notice the lack of precious metals until much later. Usually things with cords are off-limits for holiday gifts unless I specifically ask for it â€” like the Dremel I requested one year. But the kids knew I’d been looking at the FM transmitters, so they suggested it to the Big Guy and the three of them split it. Â Now I can listen to my RWA Workshop recordings while I tool around town or have music in “the gaps” when I travel â€” where we live is surrounded by mountains and far from any other population center of any size, so when we leave town, there are miles and miles with NO RADIO. Barbarous. Boring. Â And now, solved, thanks to my kids!
After breakfast, and after forcibly disconnecting my son from hisÂ iPod, we trekked off to the Arts Festival. The plaza and two streets were blocked off for art booths, garden stuff, food, demonstrations, children’s activities, and the piÃ¨ce de rÃ©sistance, the Smudge Pot Art competition. Smudge pots are the old style orchard heaters that gave off lots of smoke to keep the trees warm when temperatures dipped below freezing (the one on the left in the pic is pretty much unmodified except for paint). Â I live in orchard country, and there are plenty of them around, though they’re seldom used any more (thank goodness).
Once a year, our local artists go nuts and decorate one, using whatever techniques strike their fancy. Â It’s our version of the art-cows that some towns host, and as in the case of the cows, the results range from sublime to silly. The picture is of a previous year, but you get the idea. This year, someone quilted a watercolor-style cover for the entire smudge pot, including stack. Another artist wove a multi-colored, fringe-y covering. One had an adorable folk-art chicken nesting on top. Everybody votes, and then the smudge pots are auctioned off to benefit local arts organizations. (Here’s more on the pots and the auction.)
Smudge pots are, however, are not the sort of thing I’d display in my houseâ€”even the quilted one,Â as beautiful as it was (sorry, didn’t get a pic). Â But one of the local quilters groups (the Material Girls) was auctioning off theÂ most amazing quilt. I never buy raffle tickets for anything, except at RWA functions that benefit literacy, but I plunked down my money today without hesitation.
Here’s the pic the Big Guy took. Even with the odd sun angle and the shadow of the overhead power line and the raffle information pinned to it, you can see how amazing it is. Click here to get to a bigger version.
I want this quilt. I lust after this quilt. I will win this quilt.
When I do, I will take a better picture of it to post here, and then I’ll redecorate my entire bedroom to go with it.Â The raffle isn’t until November 9, though, and I fear my fingers and toes will be cramped beyond use by then from being crossed. Will someone kindly take shifts with me?
So, that was the planned portion of my day. Â Once we got home, I plunked down to take a nap, eat BLTs (yum), and then fired up the computer while IÂ watched some of the Eureka marathon on SciFi Channel, which I enjoy a great deal (any excuse to watch Matt Frewerâ€”and Colin Ferguson isn’t too shabby, either).
And that’s when I discovered that IMMORTAL WARRIORÂ is now available for pre-order on Amazon, a lovely surprise, even if the cover and the rest of the info aren’t up yet.
So, all in all, a great day. Please share what you did today, whether you celebrated Mother’s Day or not.
I’ll be back later this week with something more “writerly.” Â Have fun ’til then.
Rose graphic courtesy Pat’s Web Graphics