Six years ago I transplanted twelve tiger lilies from my grandma’s garden into mine. I have almost fifty tiger lilies in my garden now. Each year I gain about six more indiviual lilies. Even though my grandparents have been gone four and five years I’m grateful that their flowers live on. Every time I go outside with the lilies it’s like visiting my grandma. (Insert warm fuzzies). My grandfather had the rosebush that’s now in my garden. Early last week the rosebush bloomed and today five of my tiger lily blossoms bloomed.
“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.” ~John Muir