When I was growing up, my grandma and grandpa lived out in the country. They had a small, white farmhouse and a separate one-car garage. I remember all along the garage, my grandma had planted peonies. Every spring they were SO beautiful! When I was still little, they decided to move to town. Once again, my grandma planted peonies, but this time they were right in front of their porch. Ever since then, whenever I saw peonies, they reminded me of my grandma. And, the smell...oh, the beautiful smell! Takes me back to my childhood every time! Well, now that I have my own house, I have peonies in my front yard AND my back yard! I love them and they are gorgeous...it's like a little piece of grandma is here with me every day in the spring. And, if we ever move, the peonies are coming with us!
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