Certain flowers there are
that fill the air with time
teasing Now with Then
memory’s
shadowed mime.
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July 9, 2016 at 9:54 am
Ah, memories. I have several phlox in my gardens, powdery mildew and all, for only one reason. That is the memory of my grandmother’s garden where the entire back section was phlox. I smell them and can be transported right back to being in the garden with her in her house dress and her apron with pockets to carry her shears. 🙂
July 9, 2016 at 10:30 am
Yes! Thank you! That’s absolutely part of it: the apron, the pockets, the “house dress” (how often do you hear of THAT now?) — do you also hear the sheets on the clothesline? Ah, the power of the garden!