The weather made a walk around the block easy, and I visited the weeping cherry planted in the nearby church yard landscape in honor of my mother-in-law. The identification tag is gone, and the reason for being planted is fading from memory as well. How life cycles, remembers, then forgets.
From the rest stop in Interstate 90 entering back in New York, I saw these gals. I thought how glad I was to be living in the state that honors Susan B. Anthony as a revered citizen, as well as the state where Liberty calls home.Traveling back from Ohio, just being a bit in need of home.
