The front door to our house is red, which I consider warm and inviting. I thought some potted flowers would add additional cheer so a few years ago I invested in two large pots to sit on either side of the stoop. Every year around Mother's Day I give myself the gift of bright, ruby-colored geraniums that make me smile throughout the spring and summer.
Except this year. Afternoons, pulling into the driveway lugging grocery bags, I was greeted by pots sprouting overgrown weeds and tiny maple saplings.
"I didn't even wear a watch for six months because I couldn't find time to get a new battery," she tells me.