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Monday, June 11, 2012
flower child
For as long as I can remember, I have been obsessed with flowers! My parents had to constantly remind me that I shouldn't pick the ones out of other people's yards. The house that I grew up in had 3 overgrown azalea bushes that were so heavy with blooms in the spring that the whole porch smelled amazing. Now that I am grown I am slowly building a flower garden. One of my favorite things about my Grandmom's house has always been all the flowers she has planted everywhere. Her favorites are her rose bushes, but I simply can't get enough of all the different things she has everywhere!
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