Do I work for the nicest people in the world or what? Barbara left the store early Thursday, and I figured she was going to Target. (Not that she spends an excessive amount of money there or anything, but last year when she went on vacation, the Target on Lawndale Drive laid off a third of its employees...)
Anyway, when I got home from work, look what was sitting on my front steps:
It's a Gypsophila 'Snowflake' (Baby's Breath), a sun-loving perennial with white flowers to plant in memory of Andy. Thanks, Barbara--you're the best!
Funny thing--we've got fifty million irises in our garden, but only the white ones are blooming now. Around our neighborhood, red and pink azaleas are popping out everywhere, but at our house, only one is in bloom. The white one.
Earlier this evening, as night was falling, Teresa and I were sitting on the front steps, talking about Andy. Of course, we both kept thinking we heard the jangling of his collar, but we knew it was only our imaginations. Then the motion-sensor light at the driveway flipped on. I got up and walked over to see what might have set it off, but nothing was moving, and there was no wind. We laughed and said maybe it was a big white kitty. Our neighbor walked by with her dog on a leash. The dog stopped in front of our driveway and started barking at nothing that we could see.
I'm sure it was just a rabbit.