Hi guys
Here is a little garden with big heart that always get drunk with its smell, and we call it Grandma Paradise.
I should say: she has grown flowers with her hands and of course with her soul.
Since i remember throughout the year, her garden was green, because her flowers were grown with love, and love does not have a season.
Welcome to my Backyard of Grandma : ( part 1 )
I love you Grandma.
@timewarp