Two months ago, Caroline and I were still on the Colorado River, floating through the Grand Canyon. Every day since then, we spend at least a few thoughts reminiscing about those perfect days. I have continued my writing about the experience and am presently in the middle of the sixth day, reaching over 21,000 words to describe my perceptions. Sorry, but this won’t be showing up on my blog any time soon, nor will the photos, as first I want to finish writing my story. But this entry is not about fond memories; it is about this flower. On the last day in the Canyon, trip leader Rondo handed off the potted mums that had sat table side during each and every meal we shared with our fellow passengers and the boatmen. Slowly the plant, which had been picked bare of blooms, is coming back and is putting smiles on our faces as we come and go – it sits outside by our front door.