Mom's flowers
Mom loved flowers... When we came to the village, the first thing she did, without disassembling the bags and not changing, was to check their handsome on the beds and lawns. Flowers loved mom, too... Everything that she would not put in the ground, bloomed and grew as if she really wanted to please her mother with her beauty.
Mom is not with us for 8 years ((. But some of her flowers still grow where she planted them. And every spring they remind us of old times with their flowers...
Her favorite. Bloomed again with the first warm April days.
And these fled from the garden across the lawn...
We try not to touch the old flower beds, just putting them in order and sometimes planting some new flowers in the bare places.I am sure that my mother is pleased...
Mom, we remember and love you...
Nice.
С весной.