Gardens Are Like Pressed Flower Memories


When I first moved out here to be with you – before we even married – we had our first disagreement.  It was over a Stefanotis plant.  You became impatient in the garden shoppe. That was 14 years ago.  This afternoon, we both were stunned to see it with more blooms than any other year.  Late in the evenings, with the balcony door opened, a breeze will carry its wonderful scent (like jasmine) into our living room

creeping charlie

And this Creeping Charlie.  The last hanging basket we bought.  You no longer become impatient at the garden shoppe.  Just this afternoon, as we walked below our balcony you said…”Look how nice our hanging baskets look today!”  I know, from my 63 years of living on this earth, that men do like gardens.  Even balcony gardens…and we kissed as we passed under the creeping charlie.



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