Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume. ~Jean de Boufflers
When a person reaches their 50's a lot of water has flowed under the bridge of life. Who am I kidding.... for some of us that stream has been more like a tsunami. The cycle of birth, marrying, & burying has been experienced in all it's pain and all it's glory. As the older family members start to pass one at a time and the family ranks start to thin out it seems I am standing closer and closer to the head of the line. I really don't dwell on memories too much. I'm a "present in the moment" kind of a gal. There is one event that brings the memories flooding back to me. It's when my night blooming cereus blooms. It's a cutting from my grandmother's plant & I have been lugging it with me every where I have lived. My grandmother on my mother's side was quite the renaissance woman. There was no area of life that she did not have some smattering of understanding. Before it was trendy to go green she recycled everything. All ...