Our black~eyed susans are finally blooming. I remember going up to Poppy Bill and Aunt Irenes camp and picking huge bouquets of these, daisies and what ever looked pretty to us. Aunt Irene loved to have bouquets sitting around the camp. She didn't care how many weeds we picked. It always put a smile on her face.
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Mine are blooming as well...thanks to the generosity of you mom a couple of years ago...
oops! YOUR mom...not you mom...sheesh!
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