There are always flowers at Grandma's in the spring and summer. Until just a few years ago, the lane from the road down to her house was lined every year with dahlias and gladiolas. When I was a little girl, she had beautiful morning glory vines growing up the back side of the house, and my cousins and I used to catch bumblebees that came to gather nectar in them with clothespins.
Grandma's flowers always bring her great pleasure, and now that she can't attend to them anymore, some family members bring her baskets to adorn the porch; however, the old irises, hydrangeas, lilies, and wild flowers she put in the ground years ago still bloom, and in them, so does her soul blossom for all of us.
Porch flowers....a gift from my cousin, Bill, and his wife, Sylvia
Grandma's rhodendron from an old bush that's been in the yard as long as I can remember
Irises Grandma moved 50 years ago to the "new house" from the old homeplace. I think these irises came from her mother's flowers
A lichen bundle that reminded me of sea creatures with their tentacles
The creek bank in Grandma's back yard
Old fashioned hydrangeas - The snow ball bush, as she called it
The old wood stove that came from the old house to the new one and remained in the kitchen for a long time before she got an electric stove
Jars of vegetables, juices, fruits, and jellies Grandma canned years ago still sit on the shelves in the basement
2 comments:
Did you bring a few iris bulbs home? I think you should on your next trip...
Those jars are my favorite! I can hardly wait to see you soon! Lots of love!
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