Winter flowerbed with pansies, warmed with dry fall leaves  and encouraged with pecan shells, and letting the signs of coming spring poke through to the cold air. 

My mother's Aunt Ruby, ninety-seven and still very much alive and kicking! A sweet and lively darling old lady. I am so happy to have had a visit with her.

I am so curious. I want to know the story behind these stones and the purple scarf left on a gravestone in the Prospect Cemetery.