Language of Flowers

Month was a particularly eloquent month at my house in the language of flowers.

A stranger's thank you for finding her fanny pack

on the bike trail near my house.

 



A son's remembrance on the occasion of

Mother's Day.







A neighbor-friend's thank you for a ride

to urgent care to get stitches in his gashed arm.









A granddaughter's craft project bequeathed 

as a thank you for a fun-filled weekend.





My weekend

This collage is a summary of my weekend. Just Mae and I, or in today's vernacular, "Me & Mae. Her parents took a short trip and entrusted this lovable free-spirit to me for two-and-a-half days. Nothing energizes like being near boundless energy; I haven't felt so lively in a long time.

Dolls, park, singing, playing the violin, pretending in masks, cousin fun, visiting Pacific Science Center, shopping, dining, and  rampant imaginary scenarios . . . just a sampling of the activities we enjoyed together this weekend.

But one of the most exciting things isn't depicted here, because I couldn't think about even touching a camera. We ate dinner with only our fingers one night. NO SILVERWARE ALLOWED! The best parts of the menu (which we planned together) were the applesauce and macaroni and cheese, all the more delicious for being eaten like poi.