Secret-seasoned ground beef patties with oodles of onions, thin-as-can-be pancakes with lingonberries and sugar, miniature shots of whiskey, home-made rolls with raspberry jam and the inspirational rhyming guest book.
Tulips and roses and lilies galore, old-fashioned table-cloths laden with silver, coffee cups and matching saucers and plain white envelopes with blue ball-point cursive script.
Radio as entertainment, newspapers devoured in their entirety, sunrooms filled with greens and perfectly sized cushions, and photos, photos, always photos.
Nine decades plus two-and-a-half years of infinite wisdom, savvy and grandmotherly brilliance.
Dangling earrings, heart-shaped jewelry and fingernails painted red.
Laughter. Smiles. And always knowing that you're there -- no matter where we are -- only a phone call away.
Nothing's changed, really.
We'll just whisper through the moonlight and dancing blooms instead.