I’m thinking of my mother today. Bonnie.
When Bonnie was my age, everyone knew where they could find her— in her garden. After a long career as a hospital administrator and nurse anesthetist, she loved her flowers. Tired from working long hours, she loved digging in the dirt in our yard and moving shrubbery. Bonnie had no interest in venturing too far away from home.
What would Bonnie think of Nice? She never had a chance to travel. In her long lifetime, her most exciting adventure was visiting me in Minnesota in the winter. She’d never seen so much snow … or been so cold.
Me neither!
I think of Bonnie sitting with me in the sunshine along the beautiful, calm Côte d’Azur.
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