I have always loved to have petunias in my yard. I remember sitting on the front steps on the house while the Great Aunts, Mom, and Grandma sat and shelled peas, shucked corn, or snapped beans fresh from the garden. Sometimes I would join in, but I was more concerned with playing with the wild cats on the farm. At the time I hated the smell of petunias, but she always had them planted at the bottom of the steps. I was so little, but I love those memories with Mom's family. Life was so simple then.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Petunias II
I have always loved to have petunias in my yard. I remember sitting on the front steps on the house while the Great Aunts, Mom, and Grandma sat and shelled peas, shucked corn, or snapped beans fresh from the garden. Sometimes I would join in, but I was more concerned with playing with the wild cats on the farm. At the time I hated the smell of petunias, but she always had them planted at the bottom of the steps. I was so little, but I love those memories with Mom's family. Life was so simple then.
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