As a child I had many wonderful times visiting my grandparents in that house, playing in the greenhouses, and working at Easter bagging corsages. As a young mother I introduced my two daughters, Cary and Katy, to the florist.
These days I love taking my grandchildren and passing the love on to them. Sitting in what I call Aunt Rose's greenhouse, where she kept her pet birds,
seeing the awe in their faces,
wandering through the spaces where my mom rode her tricycle,
seeing the potting shed where I climbed up on a high stool to sit by the side of my grandfather while he taught me the proper way to pot a plant,
and looking at the remnants of the greenhouse that my father built, where they are now constructing an outdoor beer garden and cafe.
Of course there are always those things that only a little person can see and point out to you. That you have to get way down and look at, because it is very important.
Yes, things change in the world, but some places still retain the magic. I feel so blessed that I have had one of those places for my entire life. Thanks to my Uncle Karl, Aunt Jean, cousin John with his wife Claudia, and their son Robin for keeping the magic going.