ode to Genevieve

Last week I discovered a little, something special under the hydrangea–which originally came from my grandmother’s garden–pink/purple lily of the valley.  It was quite a surprise to find.  I used it in the bride’s bouquet last weekend.  It’s that time of year for lily of the valley so I am going to savor it and put it in everything I can.

The reception was at the MN History Center.

I really want to find out what my grandmother carried in her wedding bouquet.  She was a gardener.  And quite fashionable and beautiful too.