My brother, J. B., and I spent the day picking out a memorial bench for our mother’s grave at Mount Holly Cemetary. We don’t move fast in this family, Mom died in June 2004. The bench we chose looks like this only in a deep green granite. We wanted a place where anyone could stop and sit comfortably. Mount Holly is such a lovely old cemetary and Mom’s site is along the main entry road – we hope it will welcome folks to sit a spell.
In the fall we plan to plant bulbs; jonquil, iris, day lily. Bulb plants in the south, with global warming are dicey,IMO, but those are the only things we are allowed to plant. Water restrictions and mowing preclude any other planting. Now I know why the rosemary plant is no longer there. 
Oh well.
