My rain lilies are going crazy. They do love the rain, and they are springing up everywhere, even the middle of the lawn, and to think I started with a handful of seeds. They go nicely with my grandmother's vase. She would enjoy the lilies. She was one of those people who are at one with the land. She could grow anything, and when she was in her yard she was like Snow White, birds and butterflies flying around, squirrels frolicking, and she was even friendly with a snake that lived in the garden. She taught me everything I know about growing things, and I never have my hands in the soil without thinking of her.
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