photo courtesy of Sylvia G. via http://www.garden-share.com
Today I saw the first thrift of the season in bloom, and it reminded my of my sweet, sweet grandmother.
She had a flower bed in her front yard, under a giant oak tree, filled with thrift.
Every spring it was chock-a-block full of the most beautiful pinkish purple blooms. It was a stunning display!
She passed away eight years ago this spring, and I still think of her every day.
Every child should have someone in her life who loves her unconditionally. This morning I got a lovely reminder of who that person was for me.