Mother’s Day Brunch. I can’t rightly say that it is a tradition in our family. However, for the last few years it has been. We head off to Oakville and join people with boats, or relatives of people with boats and have Mother’s Day Brunch. There were a number of beautiful people there, but since I don’t speak boat, I mostly kept to our table conversation. The food was decent and everyone seemed happy. My Mom seemed to appreciate it–and that is what really matters.
One of my work colleagues says that she celebrates Mother’s day on Saturday instead. She claims that the restaurants are not full and the prices seem better. I cannot say I fault her logic in this area.
I have included a picture of ducks because it is always nice to be reminded that we are not too removed from nature.