Memorial Day

Tonight an old friend is having a glass of wine in heaven with my Grandpa. Eleanor, you were a very kind soul and I still can't believe you were 96, taking care of yourself and still were as fiesty as ever. Seems like yesterday we would chit chat on those hot summer nights on your patio. We would talk gardening, gossip about the neighbors and also about how much you loved your daughter Joan. I will miss you.

*This picture is of a Purple Smoke Bush in our back yard.

*Backblipped yesterday!