Till Next We May Meet

To quote an epitaph on an Irish tombstone, 

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, but love leaves a memory no one can steal."
Happy 82nd Birthday, Mama.
And to you, R,

time to go say goodbye, till next we may meet.

...

31°, 76% humidity, 8 mph winds from the South West and "a few clouds."
The following 2 pictures were taken within seconds of each other.

Camera was obviously playing with it's "auto" settings.
The first picture is more what my eyes saw. But I also like what Camera's eyes saw in the second picture.
Except for the blur.
May a good day be yours, my Fellow Travelers of this most excellent Universe.