A week ago my mom fell in the church parking lot and broke her hip, which put a serious cramp in her style and our hearts in our throats.
Mom is 90 years young and no one believes it. She drives her younger friends to the grocery store, works two mornings a week in the church office, belongs to a book club and a card club, flies to Minnesota by herself, and so on.
Mom lives in Florida. The rest of us are in Minnesota, Wisconsin, and South Carolina.
She had a hip replacement and is now moved to a rehab center for a couple weeks. One of my daughters, (and here's another story -- Sarah is being sent by her company to work in Germany for two years on 3 months' notice. It's diamond earrings for Sarah, of course, but socks for us as we will miss her so much.) Sarah, is with Mom now and my other daughter (the one with four young boys and a full time job) will be with her for four days this weekend. Then The Writer and I will swoop down (9 or 10 hour drive) for several days for her return home from rehab, followed by my sister and brother-in-law from Wisconsin.
There have been at least 2000 text messages flying to figure this all out.
But we did it, we have a plan.
Early this morning in the garden
The garden has suffered from the heat but we may get a few more tomatoes yet. The huge leaf on the upper right is a banana leaf.
By the way, the raccoons got all my figs before they were ripe. So disappointing!
The herb garden in the morning light
The Bird Girl on the right welcomes people to our home.
Can you find two "other" birds in the photo? One is part of the trellis, the other is a real house finch which I didn't notice when I was taking the photo. Surprise!