“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.”
~ Alfred Tennyson
I cut some hydrangea flowers this week, and placed them in a glass by my kitchen sink. They’re Angela’s hydrangeas, or at least that’s how I think of them. They have grown from cuttings taken from her garden, and she helped me to press the woody cut stems into the pots where they now flourish. Angela passed away last year, but the plants she gifted me anchor her memory and energy at my home.
So much of my garden has come from friends. It’s something I learned from my Nana. She had a friendship garden and now I do too.
I have hippeastrums from Shannon, who lives at the farm across the creek from us.
When the water is low we can walk across the creek at the shallowest part…
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