Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
My mother’s flower gardens in the fall. Her father was a farmer and often raised fields of flowers for seeds. She grows flowers to give (I frequently see her cutting blooms for friends, for people who are ill, or in nursing homes). Mom loves to give garden tours, loves sharing the delight of effort in bloom. A tour of the garden from late September, pardon my faulty photography. I hope you still get the idea.