|Steve & I – in Grandma’s garden – Santa Rosa, California – July, 1966|
Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. – Marcel Proust
When I read those words, I immediately thought of this photo. But in my memory, it was my grandparents standing with me amidst the flowers. I was charmed when I pulled out the photo this morning to see my brother there with me instead. Regardless, the message I had – and the one I wanted to share – was about family. …and about what a beautiful garden my grandma had. It’s pretty clear where my mom’s green thumb comes from!