Magic

Great Grandma Sharon had to be the root of my love and admiration for the magic found in gardens. Her garden was love. The fountain, and the pond. The bird baths and hummingbird feeds, the blossoms that never seemed to die. It was the bridges and the pathways through a wonderland of endless hiding spots and sweet fragrances.

the blackberry bushes that stained our small hands.

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