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Cedars and Zinnias-A Few of My Sister's Favorite Things!

My sister Jimmie sent me this answer to my question about what her favorite flower/tree and time of year is and this was her beautiful response.  Our favorite plants say something about our Heart's Cry!



"Flowers-zinnias , they remind me of mom- vibrant, cheery, (drought and pest tolerant.)Mom always plants Zinnias in her garden.When all of the garden plant have wilted from the long hot summer days Mom's Zinnias are still pretty and bring a smile to everyone's face (or at least mine)!.
  

 
Cottonwood Tree

 
Tree- cottonwoods, big beautiful, I love the silvery leaves and the sound that they make in the wind.  Fun times were spent under the cottonwoods on the river.  
Cedar Trees

Also, I think of Dad when I see cedar trees and how he planted so many to protect his livestock.  I have two small cedar trees planted in my back yard that Dad gave me four years ago.  The trees came up volunteer in his yard. He dug them up, brought them to me and helped Riley and I plant them.  
Cedar trees are not a pretty tree, but they are a very practical for the South Dakota plains. Cedar trees can withstand long droughts, stop snow and wind, and thrive where other trees cannot grow. Maybe I like these trees because they have similar quality's of my Dad. 

The season I love the most- the Fall, I got married in the fall, enjoy cool quiet fall days, fall cattle work(reap our cattle harvest)."

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