tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725185168123342341.post6549003561229071041..comments2024-03-27T19:12:49.160-04:00Comments on Hibiscus House: A Garden WalkHIBISCUS HOUSEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16837055484501484003noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725185168123342341.post-85025717471602926442014-03-25T21:12:29.736-04:002014-03-25T21:12:29.736-04:00What a pretty garden, Dolly. We should always enj...What a pretty garden, Dolly. We should always enjoy each moment with a person because we never know if it will be our last. Whenever I think of my mother I remember her in her 50's -vital and full of life and energy. It is good to remember her that way. That was a wonderful tribute to your Mom for Mother's Day- xo DianaNanaDianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14298962791700019785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725185168123342341.post-25600209378419060572014-03-25T19:48:28.598-04:002014-03-25T19:48:28.598-04:00You're right, as pretty as the prettiest garde...You're right, as pretty as the prettiest garden is here on Earth, can you imagine how beautiful Heavenly gardens are? Kathy Felsted Usherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10471923897561942341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725185168123342341.post-43402324027768805432014-03-25T17:44:07.100-04:002014-03-25T17:44:07.100-04:00Well I imagine both of our mothers are there toget...Well I imagine both of our mothers are there together making a beautiful garden. My mom too had a green thumb and we always got a "walk round the garden" when we visited. Always something new, and my mom was always so proud of her little babies in the ground. There's something so special about being able to carry on the flowers that she started and passed on to her children. Your mother's garden is beautiful, and I'm not surprised you couldn't stop taking photos :) Taking a last tour of her garden will always be that special moment in your memories of her. Wendy xSeptember Violetshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10931133319044031928noreply@blogger.com