Tuesday, November 10, 2015
My dear sweet mother turned 88 today. She still climbs through her mountain top garden planting and weeding on a near daily basis, weathers depending. One of the last things she did before heading south for the winter was plant a box of minor bulbs she forgot she had ordered. This apple didn't fall far from the tree at all. I forget where I plant half the bulbs in my own garden.
Happy Birthday Mom.