Big pots of geraniums, each with a spike in it and each waiting for the addition of some sort of ivy looking stuff.  I looked in Mother’s bank statements to see to whom she had written a check for flowers last May and found Nature Scene. I looked and looked for the place and then thought that perhaps it wasn’t listed because it is run by Amish folks. Well, it is actually Nature Lane and it does not have a website. It is on a dirt road. But I found it . . . and now we have geraniums.

As I type this, I think I am going to get up very early Thursday and take the arrangement for my father’s grave down to Kingman.  I’ve just left Google maps in my yearly search for a route that will make a straight line on a four lane highway to Kingman. By now I have discerned a pattern when it comes to the results of this search. I will have a rough idea of meandering there.

I mowed at Mother’s last Wednesday or Thursday and yesterday, when we took Shane and Sydney up there to romp and to share charcoaled hot dogs and brats with us, we had to mow again. Zounds! And bushes are growing longer tentacles to grab me as the mower skirted them. Do you know I found tons of leaf debris inside my shirt and underwear? Well, I guess you do now. The other day I found a little green wormie bug, but I didn’t want to tell Summer about it because then she would probably mow no closer than 20 feet to any foliage.

We now have HEAT – for us. It was close to 90 degrees. (Yes, I keep forgetting to locate the degree symbol on the optional keyboard) But back to the temperature: ALMOST 90. We were HOT. Well, not August Dog Days hot – the air wasn’t laden with moisture. But after highs in the low 50’s last week, it was hot.

And the stuff with Mother’s estate is on the front burner, now . . . and kind of boiling over.  You know, the things that I filed under procrastination.