There are russet and yellow and white sails swishing by in the rear view mirror, the eaves of the houses I pass appear that way to me today. The sky is clear and the daisies dot the hedgerows like freshly fallen snow. The birds sing and I sing along. I look at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes bright and blue. I wave to strangers. I am light as thistle down drifting in the breeze. I celebrate. My son has excelled. He has passed his test, achieved his goal, realised his dreams. He will play Basketball for Ireland. His victory is great. I buy a way too expensive bottle of champagne and profiteroles laden with fresh cream. I stow them away in the refrigerator. Dinner marinates in a pot. The card is written. It says; Dear Son, thank you for teaching me a valuable lesson today. I have learned from you. You never gave up. You kept going despite many obstacles. You rose early in the darkest of mornings to travel across the country to practice. You never complained. I remember when you were two years old how you climbed onto a chair and tried to throw a basketball into a hoop towering over your blond tresses. Now you can reach for anything. You have what life challenges you to possess....I put the card in its silver envelope and seal it and head down to the garden. There is much planting to be done.