Evening light through the Acer

This morning my sister C and I returned to the care home and found Doris (our mother) a bit brighter than yesterday. We assume she had had a good night's sleep.  We spent several hours helping with her care and talking with her. She ate a little ice cream and took some water.
Then we caught up with her pal J, a resident on her corridor. They always used to have breakfast together while listening to music they had chosen. We invited him to visit her. They are of the same age 92/93 years old, and must have had a similar education, because it wasn't long before they were reciting poetry together: WB Yeates "The Lake Isle of Innisfree " and Hillaire Belloc's " TheSouth Country ". I found it quite moving. Then we all had a good laugh when Doris commented on the possible impropriety of her entertaining a gentleman in her  bedroom, while J said one of the carers present  regularly sees him naked, for which he doesn't make a charge- yet! 
Doris then sang The Teddy  Bears  Picnic to us and her faithful bear " Old Brown John"who shares her bed with her.

Another exhausting day for all, and no one seems able to tell us how long it will last.

(It's particularly difficult for Martin and me as we are supposed to be going away next week to Spain and Portugal on a three week holiday which Martin has spent much time planning. It includes  meeting up  with his sister who lives there. )

My blip is of evening light on the new leaves on my little Acer , I grew from seed 55 years ago.