My neighbor's mums are still blooming beautifully on her front porch. My mums are long since dead and thrown onto the compost pile.Some of us live a long time and outlast others of our generation. My 94-year-old hospice client complains that she only has one friend remaining--her beautician who lives 3 hours away in the town they both grew up in.
These beautiful mums still bloom.
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