When I think of my grandma's house, I can almost smell marigolds; she always had them growing beside the front porch. If I imagine myself sitting on that porch, I can look across the yard and see a row of hollyhocks beside the fence. I've been reading a blog called Ramblings from a Desert Garden lately. No, I don't live in the desert, and no I'm not very good at growing beautiful plants. But I enjoy her writing, pictures, and blog style. When I came to this post about hollyhocks, it…
