As I was out walking one afternoon I spotted this plant of Bleeding Hearts. Such a little thing flooded my mind with memories of Grandma and Grandpa Selman magical yard in Calgary. We frequented their home often. It was not very big or fancy but it was magical. It had climbing tree's, a hammock, a bird bath, a swing set, a covered table area, stepping stones, garden boxes in the back, a green house attached to their garage and the perimeter was beautiful flower beds.
Among their flower bed were these. Bleeding hearts. My Grandpa took them apart piece by piece and told me a story about them. Inside is a little piece that resembles a ballerina slipper. I wish I could remember the story. Perhaps some of my cousins heard it and have a better memory than I.
I do have memories of playing in Grandma's plastic kiddie pool in the summer, the hose water was so cold and so was the cool summer air that she would fill her tea kettle, slowly boil water and bring us out warm water to play in until it was full. Now that is love!
I miss them.
I think about them often.
I wonder what they are occupied doing right now in the spirit world.
I know they still live and
I bet they miss us too.
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