Spring blossoms always reminds me of my maternal grandmother. Growing up, visiting her home was a pleasure. Her house was situated in a horse shoe garden that boasted all kinds of plants from pumpkins to grape vines, to flowers and herbs.
Every year flowers sprang up, adding color and amazing scents to her little nook in the world. Roses, one of her collections and flowering trees that looked like giant snowballs stand out in my memory among all the varieties of flowers that graced her property. A giant willow tree provided a fairy playhouse carpeted by a lush carpet of green. During the summer produce of every type overflowed and the grandchildren had grazing privileges, of course those privileges were earned by weeding.
When I see beautiful blooms such as these it reminds me of my grandmother and her lovely garden. One day I hope to help create lovely memories of such color and scent in my own grandchildren that shows them how beautiful the world can be.