The Beauty of the Chrysanthemum

Mom had several different plants and flowers growing within her garden.
Above all the favorites were the chrysanthemums.
Mom grafted two different colored mums on the same bush.
When the season came time for them to flourish there they were as Mom had planned.
Mom was a whiz with the flowers she grew.
I am so proud of Mom for doing the things she did with them.
There was none like Mom and never ever will be another like her.
The beauty of the chrysanthemums is something you'd see within a magazine for they are so wonderfully brilliant and glorious who could find fault with them.
I am blessed to remember the ones we had all along the fence.
Mom knew where to put the flowers she had and their growing patterns.
Mom wrote down when the next feeding was going to happen and was most prudent to do it on that time.
The beauty of the chrysanthemums Mom had was simply that--beautiful.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)

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