Originally posted by dirt in my diamonds: Her favorite flower was bleeding hearts, but she said she could never get them to grow...
Last year, when I married my husband and we bought a house that is halfway across the country from where I was born and raised, we moved to Pauline Drive, which reminds me of her daily. And imagine my surprise when the gardens came up in the spring and one whole bed was full of bleeding hearts. I'm sure she is here with me in spirit.
That is so neat to hear...
I feel the same way for my Gramma..
She had gardens' all over the place..
and one flower
(a pastel pink columbine)I was going to get at her house, and I kept forgetting to go get the seeds
, but everytime I went they were gone....*no seeds
* and then the following few years, not even the plants
I was so heart broken..
*cause I had her puple one's but not the pink*
and when I moved here, my husband did the mowing and the weed
~whacking in the begining.. and the second year, I had reconized the stem/leaves of a columbine on the property...
and my husband kept weed
and year after year, it kept coming up, and he kept weed
~whacking it... and I kept telling him NOTTTTTTTT to weed
So, finally after about the 4th year..
I FIRED MY HUSBAND FROM weed
~WHACKING AND MOWING..
The following year, I got to see THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
And it struggled to stay here..
trust me... struggled is an understatement..