The last Memorial Day Post:
When I was a girl, we took flowers to the cemetery on Memorial Day. I didn’t make it to the cemeteries this year, but before going to the cottage, we slipped into Peoria for a little personal mom memorial. After mom had her strokes and moved in with my sister, going to Schlotzky’s and nearby Borders book store was one of my ways to hang out with mom. She liked the Schlotzky’s soup, I’d get some pizza and then maybe my sister would drop us off at Borders for a while. She liked to sit in a chair like this and I’d bring her magazines to look at, but she was also good at just people watching. Mom was wonderful to hang out with!
A Passion for Green 
Sounds delightful. Hugs.