Purple sage

This time of year the sage blooms in our island garden. It is beautiful. I take no credit for choosing it since the farmer worked with the nursery to pick out the landscaping plantings. This was how I spent my Christmas money from Mom a few years age. I think she would be pleased. Labor Day weekend, I will go back to Colorado to scatter Mom's ashes with my brother and sister. I had promised Mom I would publish her quilt story, and it is done and ready to be shared. What a remarkable woman. I do not feel remarkable, or gifted or as full of life as she seemed even in her ninties. I have another forty years to work on it. :)