I’ve wanted a butterfly garden for a long, long time. On Saturday, we finally made progress toward the realization of that dream: we planted a butterfly bush (Fourth of July variety) in a sunny corner of our front yard. Saturday also happened to have been my granny’s ninety-eighth birthday; well, she would’ve been ninety-eight had she lived six more years. Lulu wasn’t even a year old when Granny died, but planting a butterfly bush on her birthday seems appropriate–like I’m keeping something of her personality alive for her great grandchildren. Granny loved flowers, and I’m learning to love them, too.
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