Taken By: Hope Newson
Walking out of my front door is like walking into a time capsule back to when I was a child, always outside, exploring, and spending time in the garden with my grandmother. Her flowers meant much more than just a plant to her, she fed them and watered them and made sure they grew perfectly. I loved when she did this, when she would just sit and stare at the perfection she created and worked so hard for. Now that she is gone her flowers are slowly dying, but the meaning of them will never fade.