Growing up, my Grandma B had several snowball bushes. I loved them. I remember every Memorial Day she would cut bunches of the flowers and put them in jars and vases and take them to the cemetary. Yesterday Mike cut some and I put them in the house. It made me sad that we are leaving this behind when we move. We will be planting another as soon as the yard is in.
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That reminds me of the peonies that Grandma A had along the side of their house. She would do the same thing. Those memories are sad and yet wonderful at the same time.
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