Spring is supposed to be beautiful...

...so I guess I should try to enjoy it.

It's hard.
Spring will always be a time of sorrow now. But Starsky wouldn't want me to be mourning amid all the flowers we both loved and enjoyed.
So I'll try to remember the fun we had sharing our garden plans although living 600 miles apart. Despite my physical limitations, I must try to keep my garden going, at least as a living memorial to her.