Well, I accidentally purchased a lovely bouquet of flowers on Friday's grocery shopping day.. Not realizing it was going to be Mother's Day.. And the internet provided the vase of Peonies. Aren't they lovely? Serendipity.
My back seized up when I rolled out of bed this morning...I am walking standing and sitting with a bit of "ginger" as they say. Gingerly. I can hear my spine bones moving ...such an odd thing to have to notice. Your bones moving.
I discovered I have to wait until FALL to dig up and divide my own ancient peonies. Research is a wonderful thing. And in the time in-between I will consider where the split segments will go...more will be near the front steps...where I see things more often than the back yard. Perhaps they will all be out front. I read they like limited amounts of sun??????
I am willing to ask for or hire help in the digging and dividing... I am 80.8 months old. I counted the number on my fingers. Just today...before that I was UN-aware.
I recall Gregor's phone calls when she was in her 80's...to come get something she could not reach, or lift. And also endlessly driving over to thread her sewing machine needles. I was asked if I wanted her machine...after she passed...I said no...I liked the simple- ish one I had at home. Gregor thanked me with some lunch...home cooked lunch.. then I would read the New York Times and she took a nice nap. I miss her. She died alone one afternoon standing by her sink in the kitchen...
I wear her red sweater...the very heavily mended one. Keeps her close. She ran over to the library (where I was working) on 911 and I drove her back home and stayed until she stopped crying...memories of Pearl Harbor. She kept saying "was never supposed to happen again"
Son got me some ice cream for Mother's Day...I don't know what kind it is but will have some after Sunday Pizza. Right now I am recording British Soccer... two games. And then I'll return to my book- the plane just crashed and the woman has sewed up the large gash on the pilot's forehead..now she has to find shelter. Or rather create shelter. I've read the book a few times...the first time was the worst..but they survive. So now it's easier. But not by much.