
Every morning, Miles and I spent time in the garden...the first visit was to the bottle-brush tree in full bloom, where three particular blossoms needed gentle stroking; then the cacti, just beginning to bloom; and finally, after passing the vegetable patch, we settled in the hammock, where several toys brought along needed to be dropped over the side, picked up, dropped again, always being there when we looked over the edge to investigate.
One evening we went with Liz to a special twilight barbeque of her out-rigger rowing group. Liz worked registration, Miles charmed everyone. Grandma had fun.
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