Hi again, everyone. Here is my post for sidey’s weekend challenge, ‘Contrasts.
Yesterday was my darling Mom’s 87th birthday, and we took her and her very best friend, out to lunch at a lovely restaurant called “The Pot & Kettle,” which is situated high up, overlooking the beautiful “Valley of a Thousand Hills.”
When we arrived at her cottage, she was looking really lovely, dressed all in various shades of her favourite colour, which is mauve. She had received a gorgeous bouquet of flowers from my daughter in Johannesburg, the previous day, and told me that she’d been inundated with phone calls since early morning. One of her men friends had thoughtfully woken her up at 6-15 am, so that he could be the first to wish her a happy birthday. As she heard our car arrive, she was busy ushering her next door neighbour out of the back door, and he was gone before we walked in the front.;) We collected her friend Marg, and set off for lunch. I could hear the two of them, chattering and giggling like two excited school girls, in the back of the car. They get on so well together, and Marg informed me that my mom has at least 8 male ‘admirers’ that she knows of. I’m not at all surprised, as mom is still quite vivacious and sparkly eyed, even at her advanced age.
We were shown into a lovely dining room, from where we had a gorgeous view of the garden and the hills beyond.
The decor was really festive and bright, and for a while there were no other people there but ourselves.
Mom had just remarked on how tranquil it was, when a large family arrived with three small children, and thus, in a split second, the peace was shattered, but not for long. After they’d ordered their food, the granny took the baby for a walk in the stroller, and when she returned, he was fast asleep. The two small children, after having a good look around and examining absolutely everything in the room, settled down to enjoy their lunch, and were very well-behaved.
We spent a couple of hours, eating our delicious meal whilst chatting, joking, and reminiscing about the years gone by. Such lovely memories of my childhood came to light, and we had a laugh about my mom trying to keep a straight face whilst chasing her naughty little daughter around the table, shouting, “Just you wait till your dad gets home, and I tell him what you did!” Neither of us could remember what it was that I’d actually done, to warrant this dire threat, but it certainly gave us a laugh.
In contrast to this 87th birthday celebration, our lovely little granddaughter in New Jersey, had her 3rd birthday party, also yesterday. Here she is, blowing out her candles on the “Dora” cake that her mom made.
I know that their house was full of friends, who all have small children of their own, so I’m sure there was no peace and quiet there, for the duration.
So from one end of the spectrum to the other, were two girls of sharply contrasting ages, one old but still young at heart, the other so young in every way, and both very dear to me, celebrating their birthdays on the same date. It just goes to show that we’re never too old or too young to have fun with friends and family.
Hope you’re all having a splendid weekend.Chat again soon.