I’m not his mother, but…

…when mister gardener offered to treat me to an early Mother’s Day lunch today, I was all for it. On Mother’s Day tomorrow, we dine with family so on this breezy and wet Saturday, we made our way into town to sample yet another local restaurant.

Blue Moon Evolution has been recommended to us since we moved to New Hampshire over a year ago. The restaurant has a fine reputation for serving fresh, organic, and local foods with superior service. Once a small natural foods market and café, the evolution into a restaurant in 2010 seemed only natural.

The restaurant has garnered numerous awards since opening and is designated a certified local restaurant, one of only four New Hampshire restaurants to receive the award for living the local food movement using local and organic as much as possible. We’re also learning more about the speaker series and classes offered to educate the community about food supply and healthy living.

We were greeted and seated in a cozy table for two adorned with crab apple blossoms, freshly picked.

IMG_3675And on the windowsill were a variety of small rocks and pebbles that tempted us to design our own miniature cairns.

IMG_3677When we saw that the restaurant had won the 2013 New Hampshire Magazine readership poll for best soups, we decided the hot soup and half Nantucket Sandwich would be the perfect choice on this cool spring day.

Mr. Gardener ordered the Cream of Broccoli and Asparagus and I thought the Roasted Pepper and Tomato Purée sounded delicious. Both soups were divine.

IMG_3690Our server explained that the restaurant is transformed into a fine-dining atmosphere for the evening meal complete with white tablecloths, fresh flowers and candlelight. On the menu are local meats and seafood with local brews at the bar. You can bet we’ll be back for that!

How I spent Mother’s Day

On Mother’s Day, it’s lovely that I have the liberty to do anything I please without any guilt or constraints. Household responsibilities are forgotten for a day. Phone calls, cards, gifts from children pour in and it’s fun to just bask in the glory of motherhood.

My first choice of activities was to play in the gardens of this rental house. For half the day, I did what I do best. I weeded, I trimmed, I pruned dead branches, I edged, transplanted and divided and I planted.

For the second half of the day, I spent time improving the bird habitat in the yard. I had seen bluebirds and heard bluebirds for weeks. The 3 bluebird houses that were in this yard were uninhabitable and installed too close together. Squirrels had enlarged the openings in the dilapidated old houses and added more large holes on sides and backs. So for Mother’s Day, Mister gardener bought a pole and new bird box and installed it for me along an old lichen-covered picket fence.

What happened next is surprising. Mister gardener picked up the tools, we headed inside. I proceeded upstairs to clean up after my day in the garden. A quick glance out the upstairs window at the new bird box made me do a double take. Less than 10 minutes had passed since we left the birdhouse and there was an interested male singing loudly. I took a few fuzzy telephoto photos through a window screen.

After seconds had passed, a female and future mother joined her mate to investigate the box inside and out.

She approved and they are actively building a nest today and defending the box against interested sparrows, swallows and other bluebirds. What a lovely gift for Mother’s Day!

Days ago, I added a hummingbird feeder to the garden. Shortly thereafter we saw our first visitor at the feeder, a male ruby-throated hummingbird.

Yesterday, a tiny female arrived at the feeder. I thought it was appropriate that another female bird is joining her mate in this yard on Mother’s Day. I was delighted.

Later that afternoon we ended our Mother’s Day celebration at the home of a daughter and husband who treated us to a spectacular repast under the stars. This was the best Mother’s Day adventure of the day as this daughter is enjoying her first Mother’s Day with their expected little arrival later in the summer. How divine!