Traditions

For a long, long time, there has been a white birch bordered flower bed in the front yard in Biscuit Hollow. The birch has to be replaced every couple of years because it rots so quickly, but it’s a tradition. Dad would cut new poles and Mom would plant the flowers. Some things bear repeating. This was this year’s effort. We (Jann) went with some perennials as well as annuals. It’s a good thing I took a picture yesterday because we were supposed to get a frost last night. Who knows what it will look like next weekend.