My memories of my grandparents are inextricably linked to the wafting fragrance of flowers around their homes.
As they have all sold or are selling their homes and moving into retirement places, I try to keep those memories in other ways.
Here, in a photo of the last blooms at the back steps, I even love the imperfections of the bruised petals because that's how they really are.
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