I dug these flowers up at my great grandmother's old home site probably 25 years ago.
They flourished on the hillside where I planted them.

When I moved to my new house 8 years ago, I dug them up from my old yard to move them to the new place and they continue to flourish there in many large clumps.

They remind me of Granny Duryea. When I knew her, she didn't live at that house, but seeing them every spring gives me cause to remember how lucky I was to know my great grandmother.
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I was just talking about Granny last night. We were blessed to have her in our lives when we were younger.
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