The local blooms are especially colorful. During the formative years I didn't think much of them--birds of paradise, protea, ginger, anthuriums--but their scarcity on the Mainland, the passage of time, and personal regrets at--dare one say it?--not stopping to smell the flowers, has caused my appreciation to grow.
Later we called the moms, and unlike previous years, had no difficulty getting through. COVID-19 has abbreviated all in-person visits, and the extreme elderly hardly ever go to restaurants. Having already entertained visitors, the moms were rested and ready to socialize again.
Hi, Mom. Happy Mother's Day! Love you....
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