Tuesday March 16 Potpourri Jar
I made it myself. I dried rose petals and herbs, added in stick cinnamon, whole cloves, and added a few drops of 3 or 4 essential oils that I have on hand, together with a tiny bit of coarsely ground salt.
My Grandpa Freeman's Birthday (March 26, 1892)
Today is my Grandpa's birthday! This afternoon, I took two wisteria blooms to his grave at Floral Garden Cemetery. The plants they bloomed from were from vines at his Howell's Point Property in coastal NC. I knew that they were the perfect thing to take, that he would have loved that they were from his place. One of the things that my Grandpa would say is: Live within your means. The thing that I remember about him is his low, warm, rich chuckle of a laughter. It is kind of understated, but it is a rich warm laughter of a life well-lived. My Grandpa made clay pipes to sell at 9 years old. During the Roaring Twenties he made bath tub gin. He was a Doughboy in WW1 (the Great War), and he painted in the shipyards in Newport News VA in WW11, until painters' colic sent him home. He was an amazing gardener. He loved to see things grow. He always had fresh young yellow squash that he gave a youngest granddaughter. He alway...
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