"needed"
them. Mother took them out back and planted them...and they have been beautiful almost every spring since then.
It was not long after this gift of sharing her love of plants, that Bea moved. Some months later Mother got word that Bea had passed away. Needless to say, when spring rolls around every year and Mother sees buds on her peonies, she is reminded of her sweet neighbor.

And, every spring I get the gift of a bouquet to take home. Peonies smell almost as good as roses, and they always brighten my kitchen.
It was not long after this gift of sharing her love of plants, that Bea moved. Some months later Mother got word that Bea had passed away. Needless to say, when spring rolls around every year and Mother sees buds on her peonies, she is reminded of her sweet neighbor.
And, every spring I get the gift of a bouquet to take home. Peonies smell almost as good as roses, and they always brighten my kitchen.
What better reminder that indeed.."friends are the flowers in the garden of life!"