Today was the first day in weeks that I could get outside to walk and sit in the sun. Zip and I returned to our old habit of him jumping onto my soldier while I scratched his neck and belly. Tomorrow is a minimal blog day for all kinds of reasons. I will post the Cambridge Pantry Wish List call for help. I balked at skipping the Flower Art.

Three different people told me their mothers or fathers died in Hospice care with these flower paintings on the walls. I am humbled and touched. The flowers were the last thing two of the parents saw. Jeanne S was one of the mothers. Godspeed, Jeanne.