I love painting the garden phlox that I received from Grandma Bessie so many years ago. I would help her with her flowers, sometimes putting out seed, or thinning out perennials. And always she would send a little something home with me, telling me not to thank her or it wouldn't grow! Those were happy times with normally a child or two in tow, and they would play in the backyard as we tended the flowers. These blooms always remind me of her love of the garden, and I've planted them all over the place, sharing with others, to spread the joy she shared with me. Painting number 3885 in 3885 days.
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