Brought tears to my eyes, and streaming down my face. Memories of my Grandmother came flooding back to me. She had the green thumb of the family, she could grow anything. She often would stop on the side of the road and dig up flowers she saw there. She would stop at peoples houses and ask if she could just get one plant to take home. We had many fun and exciting adventures together. She taught me how to do ceramics, and she did china painting with oils, she crafted China dolls, and taught me how to crochet. But her love was plants and anything growing. Please continue with the story, it is wonderful!!!
Cindy, this made my entire day. The image of your grandmother stopping on the side of the road for flowers she loved is exactly the kind of woman I had in my heart when I was writing Ida! What a gift she sounds like she was, and what a gift that you carry all of those memories.
Thank you for reading, and for taking the time to share this with me. I'll be thinking of your grandmother and her green thumb as I write the chapters ahead. More coming soon! 🌿
Oh Nina, you have done such an amazing job of pulling your readers into Samantha's life, her heart - I want to be there at the house with her, out in the yard trying to see the magic that used to be there, to bring it back to life as she's begun to do inside the house. Thank you, thank you for sharing such a gift with us!
Brought tears to my eyes, and streaming down my face. Memories of my Grandmother came flooding back to me. She had the green thumb of the family, she could grow anything. She often would stop on the side of the road and dig up flowers she saw there. She would stop at peoples houses and ask if she could just get one plant to take home. We had many fun and exciting adventures together. She taught me how to do ceramics, and she did china painting with oils, she crafted China dolls, and taught me how to crochet. But her love was plants and anything growing. Please continue with the story, it is wonderful!!!
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Cindy, this made my entire day. The image of your grandmother stopping on the side of the road for flowers she loved is exactly the kind of woman I had in my heart when I was writing Ida! What a gift she sounds like she was, and what a gift that you carry all of those memories.
Thank you for reading, and for taking the time to share this with me. I'll be thinking of your grandmother and her green thumb as I write the chapters ahead. More coming soon! 🌿
Oh Nina, you have done such an amazing job of pulling your readers into Samantha's life, her heart - I want to be there at the house with her, out in the yard trying to see the magic that used to be there, to bring it back to life as she's begun to do inside the house. Thank you, thank you for sharing such a gift with us!