I have a new iPhone. It is my first. I need “iPhones for Dummies.” But while I figure it out, I’m having lots of fun!

I rarely share or forward emails — perhaps because I get so many of them every day and our inboxes are overflowing.

But I thought this was lovely and I hope it offers you a special moment today.

Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged, and the mother said, ‘I love you, and I pray you enough.’

The daughter replied, ‘Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I pray you enough, too, Mom.’

They kissed, and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy, but she welcomed me in by asking, ‘Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?’

Yes, I have,’ I replied. ‘Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?’

‘Well…I’m not as young as I once was, she lives so far away & has her own busy life. I have some challenges ahead, and the reality is – her next trip back will be for my funeral,’ she said.

‘When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, ‘I pray you enough.’ May I ask what that means?’

She began to smile. ‘That’s a prayer that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.’ She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and she smiled even more. ‘When we said, ‘I pray you enough,’ we wanted the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.’

Then, turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.

I pray you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I pray you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I pray you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I pray you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I pray you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I pray you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I pray you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

Then, she began to cry, and walked away.

Hmmm, I don’t know if I’m impatient or if it’s slow season for my little green fruit.

They’ve been taunting for weeks and are still only about four inches tall. Last year was a cornucopia harvest. This year may not be so.

Just this year, a vine has overtaken the angel trumpet. The trumpet is thriving despite it, and I hate to cut it away because the blooms are so interesting. Any idea what this is? Weed or exotic beauty?

The gardenia smells heavenly. It is slow to rebloom this year after a banner week not too long ago.

I think I grabbed too many pix of “during” in my haste. But here are some official afters along with some almost done.

It has come to my attention that the photo gallery of the outside renovation has disappeared. I’ll put up a few quick photos now while I try to figure out the problem.

Harry Chapin sings Cat’s in the Cradle. Treasure every day with the people you love.