Saturday, January 22, 2011
"I found this on the porch," she says.
"Is that my jacket out there?"
"No Mom, it is an old paint stained jacket of Dad's. It is covering my plant. I would never put your jacket on the porch."
This morning it was very cold. When I went downstairs I found the old jacket on the back of a chair. Mom had thoughtfully brought it in last night. I don't have the heart to go look at the plant.