On one of my recent visits to the hospital, my mother was asking about her gardens. It’s been six weeks since she’s been home, and a few things have changed.
The pansies are still blooming away,
as are the violets.
The daffodils and peonies have been replaced with irises
and these interesting purple flowers, whose name I do not know.
The air is sweet with the scent of lilacs
The pink ones smell especially nice.
And while Henry and I walked around the yard today, we found flowers that had blown down from the tulip tree.
And of course, we picked dandelions and visited the creek. Because who wouldn’t do that?