Last fall, while the cousins were cleaning out my aunts house, I dug up some of the sweet pea roots she had growing on the side of her house. She was moving. Sweet pea’s are my birth flower and I wanted an everlasting memory of my aunt.
It was late fall. It was a last minute impulse, so I wasn’t really careful about what I was doing. I planted the roots in my flower garden with the hopes that they would grow. In the spring, I saw some small growth. I was excited and hoped they would fill in over time. I was thinking years.
That shows you what I know. They must be a very hearty plant. They are growing like wild fire. I’m so excited and happy.
Now I will always have something to remember my aunt by. It also reminds me to call her every time I see them.
C