Emma...I never forget what my friend's that I care about, tell about themselves, that's how I got to know you so well...stories about when your husband was with you, about how your Mother cooked, how you cooked, what you take to "potluck' luncheons, lying awake, trying to figure out how you could help a little under privileged girl, have more, or be happier" I still think of you driving within a mile of my house...when you went I-20-59, to Georgia to visit a friend, after husband died. I recall your telling about your holiday meals with certain ones of your kids, and favorite foods.., about trips to AR. I see, with my mind's eye, the places you live,like hen yo only had to walk across the lawns, to your daughter's house. ALL OF IT.I won't list anymore. silly, huh? Jen, attachment (jpeg) didn't come through on the list...isn't it odd...a virus can go through, but we can't send attachments. SO>..I didn't get to see your beautiful yard. (sorry, we mostly say 'yards' in Alabama, not many called a 'garden' unless it contains editables.) I did try to do a sectioned off 'English ' garden once, that was a lot of fun (and expense). I had to go to Lab at 7:30 this am...and because I couldn't eat or drink...I woke up at four! So this old woman is ready for a nap. Today..I might prune a rosebush! It is already 74! Bye....Stella