Grandmother's Flowers

Grandmother loved flowers. I remember red tulips all across the front of the house, roses climbing the fence, thrift lining the driveway under the crabapple tree. But my favorite spot was under her kitchen window, with all colors of flowers mixed together. I can see her peering at it with pride from the big double window, wearing her ruffled apron. I can taste her fried apple pies

A woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let her own works praise her in the gates. Proverbs 31:31