Flower Power

That title is a throw-back to the slogans of the hippie era for those of you who weren' t around back then. I really enjoy flowers and herbs. Those of you who have been here hopefully have seen my rose garden in full bloom. It is showing promise of another great season.
I went to Bob's flowers yesterday. I don't know why it is called Bob's. The guy who runs the place is named Harold or something. Bob isn't even close to his name. He does have a great business though. I mangaged not to get to carried away on this trip. Those gerber daisies were calling my name. (hint to anyone who wants to make me happy) I bought some mint, cinnamon basil, Italian basil, golden sage, parsley, and chives. I already had the rosemary and thyme. I moved my lavender over to a new bed so cross your fingers it survives. It had outgrown the place on the corner. Who knew it would do so well!
I like my mom's philosophy of flowers. Bring them to me while I am alive and can enjoy them. I try to take her some about once a week . I consider my rose garden to be hers. That is why Donald planted it in the first place. His care of it shows me how much he loves me and I can pass it along to Mom. I can also return the love to him. Those of you who are old enough may have heard the rose petal story. When I am dead, I don't want bouquets lying all over the dirt, dying. Take them to a hospital. Give them to people at church. Make someone else have a beautiful moment in their day.