She worked in the yards almost up until the end, and then when Dad became too unsteady to continue helping her, she told me it was time to stop. We left so many flowers behind. It makes me sad now to think of them still being there without her and also knowing that the new owners are no longer caring for them.
She had another favorite and that was Queen Anne’s lace. It popped up throughout the yard and she dared my Dad to cut any of it back with his weed eater. I’m sure that every year, he did “accidentally” cut some of it down.