When I came home, we planted the bulbs, and to tell the truth, forgot all about them for many months.
A year later, they sprang back to life and are now blossoming just beautifully in my little garden.
What a sweet memory.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Sprouting out of the earth
When I came home, we planted the bulbs, and to tell the truth, forgot all about them for many months.
A year later, they sprang back to life and are now blossoming just beautifully in my little garden.
What a sweet memory.
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5 comments:
awww... the symbolism is so sweet too.
That will be a lovely reminder each year.
My parents planted a tree in their yard when each of their grandchildren were born and we would take a picture of them each year with "their" tree.
Sadly, they don't live in that house anymore but the trees, as far as I know, are still there and growing.
J in VA
What a beautiful reminder of Shira's birth.
My parents also planted trees when each of us were born. It was better than any other baby gift we could have received because we have been able to enjoy them our whole lives.
So pretty and a great way to remember your daughters birth
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