Meeting Margaret when we lived in Virginia was yet another great experience. To me, she was the epitome of femininity...always...even when working in her yard. She baked cakes "just because" and was not shy about sharing her old recipes and tips for baking with me. I adored her. Visiting her one afternoon after her husband Jack had passed away, I told her that the smell of strawberries was so strong when we got out of the truck, I couldn't wait to pick. "Oh no JP, you don't smell strawberries. You smell my Strawberry Bush that's in bloom."
Walking us over to a massive bush, she told the Pres to grab a shovel out of the back of his truck and dig some out. He did and when we left Virginia, I told the Pres that I wasn't leaving the entire bush there. Taking a gallon size pot with us to plant here may have been risky but as it turned out, it loves it here too!! (That gallon size Euonymus americanus is now about 12' wide, 5' deep and 6' tall.)
just seeing, saying, and sharing...
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