A few days ago when I walked out on our front porch, I was greeted by something new for the season: our mimosa trees were blooming.
They bring back great memories of being at my great-aunt Irene’s house, which was (and still is) surrounded by mimosa trees, and as a little one, I spent many happy an afternoon making mud pies in their shade.
When I transpla…
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