Aunt Lina had a huge old holly tree that had branches low to the ground. It was a lovely sheltered, shady spot in which I yearned to establish a "playhouse". However, the prickly dried holly leaves were vicious and I got wounded every time I attempted such a venture. The Most tempting aspect was the carpet of Grape Hyacinths that popped up every Spring. Mother and I both wanted to dig some for our "heirloom" garden but those darn holly leaves were a great deterrent! We did manage, with many piercings of holly, to get a few and mine still come up--not nearly as prolific as Auntie's but the sight of them bring her back to me in a second.
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