This lovely flower is from my Granny's yard, not mine. I have always loved this tree and each year it amazes me the hundreds of blooms it bares. The branches of the tree become so heavy they just fall to the ground. If I tried to grow a tree as beautiful as this one, I can't say it would probably survive. I have such a brown, almost black thumb.
Granny asked Carter if he picked wild flowers and chased butterflies. His response, "Big Granny, my momma doesn't grow flowers." Come Spring I'm going to prove them all wrong!!! :)
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