May 7

Every year, the Job's Daughters sell beautiful hanging flower baskets as a fundraiser. And every year, I buy one or two and they end up dead within about three weeks. Today I'm grateful not only that Mom picked the prettiest European-style basket out of the bunch to bring to me, but that she also took a look at the location where I usually hang them and proclaimed it "Not Light Enough". Hopefully this year I'll keep the basket of sunshine alive longer.