6.20.2011

I have no choice but to use the word "magical" when describing my grandparents yard. It has stayed the same since I was young, and after watching old home movies I see that it has been the same long before that. This weekend we spent a good amount of time there, and as we started to pack up I panicked. Visions of our flowerless apartment drove me to scurrying around the yard gathering one (or two) of every flower in sight. Every time I walk past my little mason jar of flowers now I just want to pat their pretty little heads and tell them thank you for cheering the place up.

4 comments:

  1. amanda janeJune 21, 2011 at 5:49 AM

    what a cute post. I like picturing you patting your flowers on the head. :)

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  2. Denise | Chez DanisseJune 21, 2011 at 6:59 AM

    There is comfort in those things we can count on to stay the same, and bringing a little piece of that home is a lovely idea.

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  3. rubiJune 21, 2011 at 10:09 PM

    i was just back home and it made me sad to think of our flowerless home out here too because my mom and sisters have such beautiful yards full of fruit trees and flowers as well.

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  4. HannaJune 23, 2011 at 11:37 AM

    oh, what lovely flowers!

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