Nice story Cindi. Traveling through space and time to meet your maternal grandma through her surviving flowers. Guided by the best guide, your mom. I know this sensation. I have eaten strawberries from the abandoned little cottage garden of my paternal grandma. Strawberries surviving through the invading grass and among the flowers that stubbornly survive many years after my grandma passed away.
Thanks for the story Cindi. It bring to me old sweet memories.
