Some words Mom just can't find. She will use any word handy when she means her watch or her purse.
But at church today, when I parked her in front of the flowers while I went to sign a list to donate blood next week, she said, "Oh, bougainvilleas!"
She learned this word last May, on Mothers Day, when Bill was visiting and we picked a couple branches of this flower for her at a church in Malibu.
For some reason, she still remembers it today.
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