With Rosemary in my mind telling me, “Alex, we have to get the garden to look nice as people are going to start coming and we have the Vancouver Rose Society open garden sometime in June,” I worked all day.

As I was neating it all up, I noticed Rosemary’s garden cushion she used when she got on her knees (often) and particularly when she cut the grass by the flower beds with her scissors. I decided to put it into the wash. It came out like new. And today I did edge my laneway garden bed with scissors.

I have a couple of jeans faded at the knees that I use when I garden. I have offered my Lillooet daughter Alexandra her mother’s cushion. I am sure she will take it.

In my kitchen drawer I have five of Rosemary’s scissors. She used them in the garden, to cut chicken before cooking it, pizza, and for just about anything else.

It was in Mexico where I first heard from Rosemary that pants could be a pant and scissors a scissor.

Until Ale comes for a visit I will lovingly look at Rosemary’s cushion and think back of her daintily kneeling in the garden with one of our cats on her side.