Every Fourth of July I used to go up with my family to visit my grandma in Henry, Il to go to the carnival and watch the fireworks over the Illinois river. My grandma loved Lincoln and I always think of her on the fourth. She made the most wonderful pies. Going to her house was always an adventure for me. Today I realized just how much I miss her.Just when I was feeling a little down I noticed that the orange lily I planted last year bloomed again today. No grumples this year. My other grandma had beautiful orange lilies that surrounded her house. I think that is one of the places I first learned the joys of gardening. It seems as America turns another year older I can still feel the love of generations past.
