Gransmother's Legacy, Number 2

On a trip to Grandmother's, we'd hear Mother say, "Your next botany lesson will soon be on its way." A visit invariably meant an immediate tour of her garden, while the roast in the oven began to shrivel and harden. Our stomachs would growl, our patience would wane, as she spoke each plant's history and worth again. A friend questions my knowledge of flowers. Stomachache returns briefly, recalling all those hours. Slowly, awareness dawns of my grandmother's legacy; a love for earth's harvest stems from the gift she gave. Her words wash over me, the scene before me transposes, as her voice again expounds the virtue and fragrance of