Two Rings Floral

Weekends spent at our grandparents’ house in California’s high desert shaped our bond as sisters and cousins. Inevitably as our mothers packed us into our respective family vehicles bound for home, our grandfather would stand in the driveway with peace fingers raised and call out to us - “two rings when you get home.” At a time when landlines were the quickest method of communication, we laughed, even then, at the absurdity of calling, letting the phone ring twice, and hanging up before anyone has a chance to answer. Gramps has since passed on, but “two rings” has lived on - our way of letting him know we made it home.