Hollyhocks are a favorite childhood memory of mine. My grandmother grew them in her backyard, and we would pull off blossoms to play with, because they resembled little dolls with hoop-skirts when you turned them upside down. This year I plan to start some growing in my garden, because they come back year after year.
I have great childhood hollyhock memories too. They take me back to,idyllic summers in Woodson with cousins and aunts; the sounds of crickets and frogs. Snapping beans on Jean's back porch. Pony rides. Aunt Phyllis's apple pie.......mmmmmmmmm....... Good luck with yours this summer!
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