I have the most wonderful memories of casually strolling with my grandmother through her yard to check on all of her beautiful flowers, and one of her most prized displays was a massive spread of pale blue hydrangeas. I so often wish I could pluck the flowers from the recesses of my memory, and tuck them into a special spot near my front porch as if that might bring her near to me as well. That's what I've been thinking since my mom and dad gifted this new arrangement to me last weekend. Isn't it funny how the smallest gift can bring back of flood of mind movies from the past?
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