pink is everywhere…

…in a wild way

especially for

flowerfriday

growing up my mama - had this little side - garden underneath our - dining room window - she and daddy would plant - flowers there at the first - of every season - yet over and over - these same flowers would bloom - there which she always called pinks - and they had the most - amazing aroma ever - you could smell them - through the windows - on a summer day - and the fragrance would - just float with the breeze

these are the same - flowers just in pink - not white as when i - was growing up - they brought back sweet - memories of both mama - and daddy working together - in that tiny garden space - i always enjoy memories - and how they can lead us to…

a

happy day…..