…where every leaf is a flower. Albert Camus
CAREGIVER NOTE:
The mountains to the east of us are showing off their fall colors. He’s amazed at how quickly the leaves have turned into their beautiful colors…. it’s time to start clearing the garden and prepping it for a winter’s sleep. He’s remembering his garden at the homestead and days long gone. Most of the memories are good and a gift to his heart… he’s also missing his family a lot and yesterday was wishing for some companionship from someone closer to his age. Not sure I can pull that one off.









