Today was such a beautiful day! We walked down the alleys of Wicked Hills all day long - so much fun! We even found the old hedge maze and almost got lost there. But Floyd helped us.

Floyd was always there, always taking care of his roses. Sometimes I think he loves roses more than people. It's like he's obsessed with these flowers. They tell Floyd used to be a normal guy before one morning a nurse found him, sobbing and crying, near the old defunct fountain. Since then, Floyd doesn't speak much. But you can always know he's somewhere close when you hear silent humming:

Ring around the roses,
Pocket full of posies
Mary, Mary
Where are you now?

He is always waiting for his Mary, always calling for her with that silly song. I asked nurses about Mary but they'r just hiding their eyes. I hope one day I'll meet Mary. I think she's kind. I hope we'll become friends. I'll take her by the hand and finally take her to Floyd so she could see the roses grew upon the old fountain.