A MOTHER'S LOVEThis morning, as we headed to the milk barn in the pouring rain, I noticed my mother-in-law picking cucumbers, a plastic grocery bag over her head. Now, there's a gardener! and a mother who loves her son! I say that because, of the 30 to 40 quarts of pickles she makes each year, fully a third of them are for my husband. Not counting breakfast, Weldon doesn't think it's a real meal without his mother's sweet pickles. This year she will teach me to make them. The other day she said, "It sure would be easier to buy pickles in the store." My response: "You just figured that out now???"