It was Christmas time in 2011, and my mother had died of Alzheimer's only two months before. The heart knows what it needs, doesn't it? I went back to a place alive with mystery, a riot of color and fragrance, and the wonder and magic of childhood that never really dies... A few of the glorious flowers at Phipps... An orchid orchard... The secret path that was not so secret...no matter how many times I walked through this little underground passageway, I never tired of exploring every inch of it. The Christmas displays were always dramatic and lush...see the poinsettias peeking out from behind the cactus below? Walls for the wind
and a roof for the rain and drinks beside the fire laughter to cheer you and those you love near you and all that your heart may desire... Irish blessing
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Carol (Doc) Dougherty
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