While I gathered a bouquet of blue wood hyacinths in my yard, I remember how they cam to me. My great-grandmother, Julia Adams (born 1861) shared a few bulbs with her daughter—my granny—who gave some to my father, and now they are planted in my yard. One day, I’ll dig some of the sweet-smelling flowers ...
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