My grandmother Edit, on Dad’d side, loved flowers. Maybe my other grandmother, Signe, did too. I don’t know. When I was old enough to appreciate her more she was very sick. I spent my growing up years in Chile and Peru so I had very little contact with my grandmothers.
In my grandmother Edit’s las year of life I studied at a Mission School in the city of Orebro and could visit her. The entire window side of her room was filled with flowers. In her last weeks of life my cousins and I took turns sleeping at her place. That’s how I know about the flowers.
My sister Agneta must have inherited her love for flowers. Summer is gone but some of the flowers are still blooming. Here are some samples. Enjoy!
I’ll save some more for another day!