Steady rain all day. We went for a drive to check out a new wildlife management area (which is another name for a place that allows hunting). We went for a 2-mile walk in the drizzle through the woods, just to get out and move. Back in Montana I would have worn an orange vest while hiking during hunting season. But the rain kept hunters away. I found an unspent .410 shell. I also found some nice rocks in the woods, which made me think of my dear mamma because she would have picked a few up and put them in her pockets for her rock garden (now scattered among her children). I did note Hubby shoving a few in his pockets. On the way home we spotted an unusual house. I guess when you live out in the country you can paint your house purple with an octopus and swordfish.
Hubby started pulling up some of the veg that survived winter under cover, including some choice cabbage leaves. Not a huge fan of cabbage, I gave them to a friend who is. Hubby doesn’t mind, as long as someone appreciates his efforts. We also so a great blue heron perched on top of the bird feeder cross-bar. Unfortunately, it flew off before I could get a picture. Seems to be a favorite place for large birds.
This was Day 3 of Mom Turns 90; her real birthday day. Some of the grandkids were on the Zoom celebration call, as well as two great-grandchildren. My oldest niece recalled a story of years ago when our whole extended family went to Disney World. My niece spent an afternoon with my parents, and they went on the “Mission: Space” ride, one of those barf-o’rama simulators. Afterwards, Mom—in her 70s at the time—fainted. She ended up in Disney’s nearby hospital. All of us gathered in her room, where she spent the night. My niece remembers what a trooper Grandma was. Mom has always been a trooper, a good quality to have during these times and certainly what has helped her survive isolation for nearly a year.