Tuesday, June 14, 2016


we have a large hydrangea shrub outside our front windows. every time i pass the abundant blossoms, i think of grandmother and how much she enjoyed me bringing her a bouquet of fresh cut blooms when i'd visit. she'd enjoy looking at flower photos i'd recently taken, too. when things looked especially lovely outside her building, i'd make sure to take a few snapshots to share with her and we'd ponder the identity of the trees from her window views.

ander liked to carry the flowers when he came along with me; such a gracious little gentleman presenting our offering to his beloved great-grandmother. oh, if she could see him now, looking very much like his great-grandfather dressed in a sportcoat and dress shirt. she'd be proud of him. she was proud of him.

i miss her.

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