I must admit I LOVE flowers. I also have ten black thumbs. If there was a law against killing plants I would be serving Life without possibility of parole. No matter my good intentions, I am a plant homicidal maniac. My "Most Wanted" picture is surely in every plant post office. I remember as a kid seeing women who put those REALLY tacky plastic plants in their yard. I am sure they killed their plants too. We must be related.
However,I am SO grateful my ancient, beautiful,snowball bush is alive. During the hard Winter a few years ago, the weight of the snow felled this gorgeous bush. As soon as Spring arrived we propped it up, staked it with ropes, and prayed. It made it! It is a third of the size, but I am just happy it made it.
This old time-y bush holds a special place in my heart. My beloved maternal grandparents had one in their tiny little yard, next to their tiny little yellow post war cottage. I would pick a few of the blossoms, just like these, and carry them up the brick red steps to my grandma. I have many great memories from there. This beloved plant will be sorely missed when I move.
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