I see my mother’s plants outside my window. I had planted some of her potted plants in my yard after she departed. A small previously potted olive tree has now filled in the front yard, her roses surround it, & the Paper-white bulbs she had given me have bloomed.

We finally received some decent rain out West & her roses have rejoiced with some early flowers. Their beauty inspires me to go outside & prune, seal, fertilize & spray them (Sorry, I wish I knew how to attach photos).