My mother finally left the hospital Monday, after the surgery that didn't go as well as it should (actually the surgery was fine and her spine is so much better, it was just the two weeks near death afterward that really got to her . . . .)
Rather than coming straight here, she went to her own home for a few days so she could keep some nearby doctor's appointments without lots of driving. This morning I went down to her house to just keep her company, and fill her fridge with good, fresh things to eat. Avocados and salmon and watermelon and kale salad and chicken soup.
And her gardenias were in bloom, and one came home with me.