Planting tulip bulbs on my balcony gardens. The kittens are having a field day with the bags of soil and turf …the kitchen floor is covered with soil and their cute white paws are now black….Remembering Max Waleson ( May his memory be a blessing), in his baggy shorts, torn blue t shirt, sweat rolling down his back, pipe in his mouth, hosing down the garden early mornings and evenings. I was never in America when he planted his imported tulips from the Netherlands. Summer vacations in America, lifetimes ago, were filled with inspection of the gloriously colored garden,, filled with blooming tulips of all colors of the rainbow. His pride and joy was to cut a fresh home grown bouquet for the kitchen table and those of his friends who came to enjoy the swimming pool and jacuzzi on sultry Sunday afternoons.
I also am remembering Suzanne Waleson-Pronk, (May her memory be a blessing) his daughter in law, Jonathan’s wife, mother of four beautiful
My grandmother Bertha Bosner ( May her memory be a blessing) had the unique knack of growing african violets. Her apartment in Asbury Park had three windows,overlooking the seashore and famous boardwalk. Everywhere African violets blossomed under her soft touch. Her angel kissed hands worked miracles with these plants and in the kitchen. She would always tell me that touching and rubbing the velvety flowers would spoil them.
I am off to bike to the garden center , to buy some more tulip bulbs,autumn plants and soil.
Grateful I am for those who have loved and taught me about Life.
May our memories continue to be a blessing.
Enjoy yourselves. I am.
Sauci Bosner 
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