Flower Diaries

My grandma loved flowers.
She could make a full blown garden from one single plant she would leave in an old jelly jar halfway filled with water sitting it the kitchen window sill. It’s roots would begin to sprout and grow, until eventually she felt like they were big & strong enough to plant. She would plant the roots in dirt, and wait patiently. Somehow, they would begin to spread and grow, until her flower beds had just the right amount of that type of flower.