A Garden Full of Memories
When I think of flowers, I think of my grandmother’s backyard. It wasn’t a huge garden or fancy, but it was full of life—roses fresh flowers, marigolds, herbs, and these tiny wild daisies that grew everywhere. We’d spend whole afternoons out there, just watering, picking, talking.
More Than Just Plants
She’d show me how to clip stems the right way or how to spot when a flower needed more sun. But mostly, she showed me how flowers can be a kind of love language. A flowers fresh bouquet wasn’t just pretty—it was personal.
It Stuck with Me
Now, whenever I send fresh flowers or arrange a bouquet for someone, I think of her. The time, the care, the joy—it’s all still there. That’s the cool thing about flowers. They’re a way of carrying people and memories with you, one bloom at a time.