Hello friends! Happy Friday! 
In case you were wondering, my love affair with zinnias is still going strong. 
I don’t which I love more – their happy, vibrant colors or their lovely, graceful petals.
And the amazing thing about zinnias is that while a lot of my other garden flowers are suffering in the summer heat, my zinnias just continue to thrive no matter how hot or dry it gets.
Truth be told though, the real reason I love zinnias is because my Granny used to grow them between the rows in her vegetable garden. I remember as a little girl going out back to the garden to pick them, then I’d come in with a little bouquet for her. Granny would make such a fuss and find little vases then. All over her kitchen those she’d proudly display my zinnias.
I have such wonderful memories of summers spent at Granny’s house.
My Granny was a remarkable woman. She suffered so much loss and tragedy in her life. But my mom always says that Granny was determined to make it on her own. And she did.
When I think of zinnias, I think of Granny. And it seems fitting – tough and graceful at the same time.
Have a wonderful weekend friends. Love, Kelly
Oh, Kelly! This brings tears to my eyes!! I love your precious memories of your Granny and her flowers. My grandsons are always bringing me (weeds) flowers and I put in vases in the kitchen! I’m working very hard to give my grandchildren good memories of times with their Gramma!!
Kelly,
Memories are so sweet. I love the way you honored your Grandmother. The zinnia pictures are just beautiful.
Donna
Lovely post – I can feel the love you had for your Grandmother. Beautiful zinnia photos!
thank you so much for nice compliment.
The third one is my favorite! Beautiful macro’s! 🙂
thank you so much!
My mother just sent my daughter photo copied pages from a book. It was an entire section called “Victoria’s Dictionary of Flowers”. The pages consist of many flower names, their scientific name, and the meaning of each flower. The last one is Zinnia. I googled photos of Zinnia which is how I found your website. I read what you said about how your love for them grew from your grandmother’s garden… the bouquets you would pick for her and the love she would shine back at you upon receiving one of those bouquets. It caused me pause …. Zinnias mean “I mourn your absence”…. Maybe it was her that led me to your website.
thank you so much for sharing this with me…touched my heart today. xo