Stories

Photo 243 - May 23

I love things with stories...the history of something tends to make it that much more interesting. I love things that have been handed down from generation to generation. Even some of my flowers have stories. This is a peony bush that lives on the southeast corner of our house. Before it was mine, it belonged to Dale's mom. In one of their moves, she really didn't want to leave it behind, and since Dale and I were the only ones living in a permanent house when they moved, she gave it to me. It has gotten absolutely huge, and seems to come up bigger every year. The flowers are deep red, with bright yellow centers, and the smell they give off is absolutely wonderful. I smile and think about Dale's mom every year when they bloom.

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