I just wanted to report that one flower is growing in our guerrilla garden venture along the entrance ramp to I-5. Well, it’s a flower plant to be precise and well, it doesn’t look like a weed anyway, which isn’t very precise. It doesn’t look like California Poppy but must be the other flower which is Calendula. Anyway, I watered it this morning as I past it which is tricky.

Maybe, Jennifer would be happy about that since she was in on the hatching of the idea to beautify that little part of the urban world. She has been in hospice, the dear. Prayers of peace for her.

I had a choice this AM of trying to photograph or water the new plant. So, I hit it with a bottled water. A big white truck waited behind me while I tended the little guy.

So, this is Thursday and I am back at the ranch. I have learned that Our Jennifer passed away Tuesday evening. Bill, one our regular walkers, was with her about an hour before and I got the word from him. She almost made it to the Fourth of July. We had this thing about the Fourth. I remember we were all down on the beach in the dark watching the fireworks last year and she was happy to have been able to make it so that far. So, we had almost another year to blow bubbles, plant flowers and sneak wine into the hospital.

Peace to you Jennifer. You are in our prayers. You are in our thoughts. Drink a glass of the heavenly wine for us and our travels. And we will drink a toast to you when we gather for tapas.

So, that’s the way it is today. We will regroup and go on having learned by the experience. Off to work, love you, Felipe.x