Gerry was my oldest son's grandmother. She died when he 14 years old....her gardens were beautiful. My son asked his father for one of her rose bushes when they sold her house....he had spent many hours in those gardens earning a few coins.
When he was little, she would sing, "I love you a bushel and a peck and my arms around your neck....."
Can you see that little guy trying to hide from me?
3 comments:
What a neat kid who would think of asking for his Grandmother's rose bush. Cool!
What a sweet memory to have in the garden. So beautiful. :c)
aren't kids really cool sometimes? I mean, as long as they are wearing pants.
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