A bouquet of daisies.
In memory of my Mom.
She loved daisies and any white flower.
A sweet, kind lady of the Blue Ridge mountains, she loved God, her family, and her home.
My memories of her are so precious to my heart.
I am thankful to God for my Mom and Dad, brothers and sisters, and my mountain heritage.
I am blessed!
Love,
Shirley
Daisies remind me of my Mom too, Shirley. I didn't know you were raised in the mountains. I'm just a woman who always wanted to live the later part of my years in the mountains.....and here I am. It sounds like you have a wonderful mom and dad and brothers and sisters. Daisies are such a cheerful flower, aren't they? I tried to grow them one time in my garden at the old house, but they didn't make it.
ReplyDeleteHave a good September week.
~Sheri
Thank you for the nice comment. I grew up in the southern part of the Blue Ridge mtns. I have tried growing daisies. Mine didn't live either. Maybe they just do better in the wild. Happy Fall days to you and your beautiful family!
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