We had a lovely time with my cousin, his wife and her brother and two sisters. The weather was perfect, and they enjoyed seeing the gardens. It was good to catch up, and be with people who come from where my family is from, and are so intelligent and nice. I promised to come there soon, and I believe I mean it. We bought two plants that we'd loved in the gardens, and are going to attempt to grow them in our yard here. One is called Pocketbook, and is bright yellow gold clusters of flowers that look like purses for fairies. The other is a Smoke Bush, which has deep, eggplant colored leaves and a misty spray of lighter pinkish flowers. I hope we don't kill them. My cousin and I compared plants we have killed, especially orchids, bonsais and steghorn ferns. Evidently, a black thumb runs in the family. Not exactly a point of pride, but misery loves company.
I got a call from my daughter, and it sounds like the wedding is shaping up and she seems calm and immensely happy. It's sweet. In four days we head up there for the festivities.
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