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Our yard is full of flowers and shrubs that are responsible for my love of Spring.
Our 100-something-year-old home has bushes lining the house that remind me of my great-grandmother's back yard: they're big and drapey and tuck you in when you walk between them. Our lilac bush blooms outside our dining room window and its fragrance needs to be bottled up for year-round use.
We have peonies, too. A couple Falls ago, my grandfather and grandmother came across some peonies in a neighbor's trashcan who'd mistaken them as weeds. They dug them out of the trash and saved them for our new home's yard. Last year, when they should have bloomed for the first time, they were squelched by Nashville's flood. So this year, watching them bud and begin to bloom has brought me such sweet memories of him, in the form of my favorite flower.
Happy weekend. Happy Spring.