Like the tablecloth she had used for the last fifty years

She bought two pots of mums each fall. Sometimes they survived. Sometimes they didn’t. It was just one of those things that she thought a person was supposed to do, at least if that person could afford them. She couldn’t, but it did give the grand appearance that she could.

Weren’t they a lot cheaper in the store?

She was born in the year “1892(?)” according to the Social Security people. She was legally blind and lived next door to his grandmother. All Miss Etta had was her house and her garden. He never understood why she grew her own potatoes until he grew his own…buried treasures.