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My mother loves pansies and black eye-susans. My Aunt Nadine grew the biggest begonias on her porch in Maine every summer. Even though she's gone, whenever I see them, I can see her sitting there with her gin and tonice, ready to talk!
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Roses: Baha'u'llah. (Because of Ridvan) Orchids: My sister. They're her favorite flower.
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lilacs remind me of my grandmother. she has a bush behind her house and loves to have them around the house. they remind her of Germany. lily's of the valley remind me of my old next door neighbor. they were planted around her backyard and she always let me pick some.
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Yellow roses were my grandma penny's very favorite flower....and everytime i see them she is the first thing to pop into my head
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Love this photo. Too bad computers don't have smell-o-vision! Lilacs would also be my flower of choice. They remind me of my youth when I would walk around the neighborhood with scissors just so I could clip a bunch from anyone's bushes and take them home. We never had lilac bushes on the home property which is why I did what I did. The smell is luxurious. And it wasn't until many years later I learned how to keep them alive in a vase of water. Lilacs also remind me of Walt Whitman who composed a poem on the death of Abraham Lincoln titled When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd. This inspires me to go out and smell some lilacs today! Thanks!
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lily of the valley reminds me of my maternal grandmother. She wore lily of the valley prefume, and the flowers grew in her garden. She grew amazing flowers; people driving by would often stop to photograph them.
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