SUPER SATURDAY

I used to claim Winter as my favorite season, for many reasons.  But I must say that now it is Spring.  My Mother always comes to my memory when I think of Spring. Her favorite, I heard her say many times.  She was so good at growing flowers in her yard. I remember many times going to Church on Sunday with a beautiful arrangement (as she called them) sitting in her lap, so as not to risk it falling apart.  The Altar was her joy to do. We did not buy flowers for the Church in those days except for rare occasions. Most ladies took great pride in growing their own.  Hey, getting to far down Memory Lane.  And at 92, I do have a lot of them.

Betty Boop