In my secret garden, Iâ€™m looking for the perfect flower
Waiting for my finest hour
In my secret garden, I still believe after all
I still believe and I fall
You plant the seed and Iâ€™ll watch it grow
I wonder when Iâ€™ll start to show
I wonder if Iâ€™ll ever know
Where my place is
Where my face is
I know itâ€™s in here somewhere
I just wish I knew the color of my hair
I know the answerâ€™s hiding somewhere
In my secret garden, thereâ€™s
A petal that isnâ€™t torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden
A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn
OK, enough of my Madonna/Erotica flashback and onto this post of Mamma Biscuit acting all cute and fury in her secret gardenâ€”which is basically my motherâ€™s backyard! My mom had us over for an after-Easter-dinner at her house on Sunday and while she was busy preparing her famous fettuccine in artichoke sauce, Tommy and I went outside to snap a few photos of our little gremlin on one of the many stone benches littering their garden. See, thatâ€™s what happens when you grow up in an Italian family, your yard looks like a villa filled with religious statues, makeshift fountains, mini lakes and bushes that look like they have been sculpted by Edward Scissorhands himself! I have vivid memories of my father doing yard work and generally gardening in a three-piece suitâ€”and believe me, that was a sight in our neighborhood that was and still is predominantly Jewish with the occasional Japanese family brought over by their respective companies to live and work for a year or two!
At any rate, Iâ€™m concerned about Mamma Biscuitâ€™s weight. I remember when this pink sweater was loose on her and now, itâ€™s as snug as a glove. Iâ€™m also concerned that weâ€™ll never see Spring or Summer judging by how cold it has been. Even with the sun out on Sunday, the wind made our outdoor photoshoot a brisk one to say the least. But back to Mamma, doesnâ€™t she look absolutely adorable here? The pink sweater, the pearl-pin heart pendant, her pink tongue and moist snout are all enough reasons alone for the weight gain. I seriously need to scale back on the amount of peanut butter treats I giver but how can I when she looks up at me with those watery marble eyes and jaunty head tilt. I swear, sometimes this dog seduces me with her eyes. There are moments when she looks at me in such a way that I almost feel compelled to buy her drink and ask her out on a date!
Anyway, we hope you enjoy this little Mamma Biscuit vignette from our weekend out in the suburbs. Mamma sure loves visiting Nanaâ€™s house because like me, my mother caves in and will give her a treat anytime sheâ€™s looking for one. Maybe my mother is to blame for the sudden weight gain . . . sigh, all mothers are to blame for their childrenâ€™s weight gain, especially the Italian kind who really know how to cook!