When ever I pass this little gem I have thoughts of my grandmother and her garden whom
both once thrived less than a mile where I live. My garden has many memories attached, many
still thrive while some pass as all good things will do.
It's been said many ways, how our life is how it's traveled, because we all know the destination.
I will also make a point to make that journey as beautiful as possible in the most unimaginable
ways.
Isn't that right GrandMa!
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