I am often humbled by the labor of love FD’s Grandmother bestowed on this place. Hundreds of iris, daffodil and amaryllis bulbs planted by hand, to welcome spring with a spectacular display of color.
Shrubs and trees grace the yard in varied heights and widths, like dancing ladies dressed in gowns of the finest, most delicate fabrics and softest colors.
Each doing their curtsy, lowering and lifting in the spring breezes. Sometimes whirling carelessly in the wind.
At times I ponder the miracle of each new day, each flower, each blade of grass, the blue sky, the birds and butterflies, the wind, the warm sun, and I wonder if this must really be… heaven.
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