My amazing mother has always loved gardening. Every year her garden is larger and more beautiful than the year before, and she always remembers to plant something special for us. When I was little she would plant rhubarb and chives in the back yard which my friends and I would snack on while playing. Now she plants strawberries for my little brothers who eat them faster than she can grow them. What started off as a small garden in a corner of the yard has grow over the years into a small story book garden, that takes up most of the yard. She has a bench in one corner to sit and read at, a small arch way covered in vines for the little boys to play under with pillars for them to sit on and more wind chimes and pinwheels than you could possibly imagine.
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