My parents were avid gardeners and I enjoyed fresh vegetables all summer long when I was growing up. Mom loved her flower gardens too. But sadly, she is unable to tend to the beds the way she used to, so only a few continue to bloom each year. I know, I know, "why don't you go over there and do them?" Well, as I have discussed throughout the years, I am not a fan of yardwork or gardening. If you want to kill a plant, give it to me and I'll kill it good. The other day she asked me to plant something for her and after grumbling, I did it, only to find out a day or so later that I'd screwed up even that simple task and the plant was dying, so she had to pull it out and put it back in the pot.
What still remain are these gorgeous purple balloon flowers.
And the hydrangea bush I gave her when I was 9, in the spring of 1974.
The moon looked cool in the blue sky the morning I was over at her house.
