I let my sister-in-law hold her wedding at the lake house my late grandmother left me. She thanked me by tearing apart Grandma’s garden and leaving the yard buried in trash. When she laughed and told me to clean it myself, I prepared a wedding gift containing 286 reasons she’d regret those words.
My grandmother, Penny, believed flowers remembered things.
When I was eight, she gave me a green watering can and led me through the garden behind her lake house. She stopped beside a row of pink peonies.
« These bloomed the year you were born, sweetheart, » she said. « Plants have families too. »
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