My mother, Peggy, will have her 90th birthday in January. Today (Sunday), we had brunch at The Gardens Restaurant in the Fort Worth Botanical Gardens, and then walked around a short while viewing trees and plants. Mother grew up in East Texas, and like many people of similar background, she can name trees, flowers, plants– a sensibility sadly lacking in my generation. This close to ninety, Mother walks slowly– steps and curbs are challenges– but her mind is clear. She still has an artist’s eye, from years of painting– she worked in oils. She still appreciates color and composition of a picture.