Today, October 18, is the 101st anniversary of my mother's birth. I have written about her in previous years, so, all I'll say here is that she was a wonderful mother to me. I visited her grave this afternoon and, after saying a prayer or two for her, I sang Happy Birthday to her. LOL. She would have appreciated it! She liked to celebrate birthdays.
I didn't order any flowers from the grocery store to take to the cemetery, partly because I know she would have preferred flowers from the garden. Unfortunately, this year, there weren't many roses in bloom, only one small white rose. But, I managed to put together a small mixed bouquet with some stems of moringa flowers, the blue plumbago from the plants she persuaded M to obtain for her when they were out and about one day (M still talks about that experience), a couple of cosmos flowers (out of the frame of the picture; she loved cosmos and grew them in the garden), and some greenery from the garden.
|Mixed Bouquet of Garden Flowers|
The cemetery isn't that far from my house and I think I might have the answer to where the coyotes that occasionally wander in my neighborhood come from:
|Sign at the Cemetery|
|Dinner: Compliments of Neighbor S!|
- Neighbor S and her family for being some of the best neighbors and friends
- The availability of groceries and being able to buy them
- Being able to pick up groceries curbside