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verbicideGuess what! Guess what!!
So, when I first moved up here, my parents came to visit. They were very sad that I'd moved away and to compensate, bought me $9 million worth of plants. Including a jasmine plant.
All winter it's been green, but obviously no buds or bloom. I noticed yesterday that there were a few fledgling buds. I just walked into the kitchen, and my living room is full of the scent of jasmine!
Jasmine was my dadi's (paternal grandmother) favorite flower. My happiest memories of Pakistan include picking flowers from the thick growth of jasmine bushes outside my grandparent's house. I would string them into garlands for my dadi's hair. Smelling them tonight brings back such happy memories.
I was very close to my grandmother and lucky enough to have her live with us for most of my teen life. She was a wonderful woman. Very patient and loving. She never had a harsh word for anyone. She always encouraged us to stay close as a family. To tolerate each other's weaknesses and to be as good as we could be.
I miss her.
I was apparently a handful as a child and my aunt was telling me that during my visits to Pakistan, I would love to play with her carefully arranged dresser. Moving pretty bottles around, dumping powder everywhere. One night after my parents, brothers and I had left to come back to America, my aunt found my dadi sitting sadly at her dresser. When asked what was wrong, she said, "It's not right. Everything's arranged. There's no mess."
So, when I first moved up here, my parents came to visit. They were very sad that I'd moved away and to compensate, bought me $9 million worth of plants. Including a jasmine plant.
All winter it's been green, but obviously no buds or bloom. I noticed yesterday that there were a few fledgling buds. I just walked into the kitchen, and my living room is full of the scent of jasmine!
Jasmine was my dadi's (paternal grandmother) favorite flower. My happiest memories of Pakistan include picking flowers from the thick growth of jasmine bushes outside my grandparent's house. I would string them into garlands for my dadi's hair. Smelling them tonight brings back such happy memories.
I was very close to my grandmother and lucky enough to have her live with us for most of my teen life. She was a wonderful woman. Very patient and loving. She never had a harsh word for anyone. She always encouraged us to stay close as a family. To tolerate each other's weaknesses and to be as good as we could be.
I miss her.
I was apparently a handful as a child and my aunt was telling me that during my visits to Pakistan, I would love to play with her carefully arranged dresser. Moving pretty bottles around, dumping powder everywhere. One night after my parents, brothers and I had left to come back to America, my aunt found my dadi sitting sadly at her dresser. When asked what was wrong, she said, "It's not right. Everything's arranged. There's no mess."
