Grandmother's Legacy
A visit to Grandmother's house meant a tour
of her flower garden even before the food was
served. Her garden sported many varieties from
friends, neighbors or relatives. These walkabouts
were highlighted by her explanations of the history
and performance of each plant. My awareness of,
and growing love for, the miracle of earth's harvest
stems from those lazy strolls around the perimeter
of her yard while our stomachs growled, the roast
shriveled in the oven, and her words washed over
us in the heat of the mid-afternoon sun. My favorite
photo of Grandmother, she's offering a blossom to
my sister from one of her many rose bushes and her
voice lulls me anew as my memory board replays
the feel of clean air and sunshine and brings back
the fragrance of honeysuckle and roses.
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