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At my grandmother’s house, Down the street, Spring and summer are always my favorite times to be there At the front of the house, There are so many flowers, Hydrangeas that her, my sister, and I would always cut from the shrub and put into vases The hydrangeas were always in different colors, Beautiful baby blue, lovely shades of light pink, and nice shades of light purple There are pansies of various colors, but mostly deep purples And bright orange and yellow marigolds My grandmother says that marigolds are her favorite flower, They have been ever since my sister and I gave them to her, She planted them in her front yard and backyard In her backyard, There is a wide range of flowers, With a variety of bright colors, My favorite in her backyard are the marigolds Because they bloom in between the cracks of cement, And more and more bloom each year In a sense you can say it is symbolic, That no matter how hard things are you can always get better and will eventually thrive, That nature will always persevere against the increasing industrial world, But they are just my favorite in the backyard Because I love how they bloom in the most unlikely places In the front yard, the hydrangeas are my favorite Because hydrangeas are important to my family, They are in the front yard of my grandmother and the back yard of my other grandmother, They are in the backyard of my great grandmother, The backyard of the house that she stayed in once with my great great grandmother who everyone remembers fondly, And they were important to my other great grandmother It’s a family flower, with great memories of happiness And it’s great to remember good when things feel bad
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Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 1:27 AM UTC
My Grandmother’s Garden
At my grandmother’s house, Down the street, Spring and summer are always my favorite times to be there At the front of the house, There are so many flowers, Hydrangeas that her, my sister, and I would always cut from the shrub and put into vases The hydrangeas were always in different colors, Beautiful baby blue, lovely shades of light pink, and nice shades of light purple There are pansies of various colors, but mostly deep purples And bright orange and yellow marigolds My grandmother says that marigolds are her favorite flower, They have been ever since my sister and I gave them to her, She planted them in her front yard and backyard In her backyard, There is a wide range of flowers, With a variety of bright colors, My favorite in her backyard are the marigolds Because they bloom in between the cracks of cement, And more and more bloom each year In a sense you can say it is symbolic, That no matter how hard things are you can always get better and will eventually thrive, That nature will always persevere against the increasing industrial world, But they are just my favorite in the backyard Because I love how they bloom in the most unlikely places In the front yard, the hydrangeas are my favorite Because hydrangeas are important to my family, They are in the front yard of my grandmother and the back yard of my other grandmother, They are in the backyard of my great grandmother, The backyard of the house that she stayed in once with my great great grandmother who everyone remembers fondly, And they were important to my other great grandmother It’s a family flower, with great memories of happiness And it’s great to remember good when things feel bad
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Agender/Mars
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 1:27 AM UTC
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