.tuesday morning I opened up the house-one of my favorite times of day.
a beautiful morning.
what I found just outside the front door was a big bucket-not bouquet- of Hydrangea arborescens Annabelle.
The beautiful marvelous magical Annabelle, named for its origin- Anna Illinois-
& all I had to do was open the door.
I immediately knew how I came by these darlings.
Though it has been a few years since this friend & gardener past away- I said, thank you BB.
A gift from heaven by way of your beautiful granddaughter Anne-appropriate wouldn't you say?
This young woman lives in her grandmother's house and inherited an allée of Annabelles.
Anne explained her gift by saying she must have a clear path to her mother's house-and the Annabelles had to make the sacrifice. Her mother, I grew up with her-first grade onward, lives just down the garden path from Anne. An extraordinary family-they are rare these days-though in the South-they still exist.
Roots are planted-they remain-
My mother and I often remark how much this clan reminds us of her own family-4 sisters both -with growing young versions of themselves and bound by Love & Devotion-Family.
Though the matriarch-affectionately known as BB- is gone-she is with Us, certainly with her daughter and four granddaughters.
The last time I had Annabelle's in the house we were celebrating BB's soon to be born great granddaughter -It was a joyous occasion and BB was there.
Her Annabelles are here-a reminder for Us all-and for the young women-her great granddaughters-Aurora & Ausley growing up amongst them on her garden path.
for now- She is here again.