For as long as I can remember, I have loved Hollyhocks.
My earliest recollection of these vibrant large blossoms
was at my Grandmothers home.

Through an interesting twist of events, I found myself
planting hollyhock seeds at my 94 year old Grandmother's new
home. This year is the first blossom.

I feel just a little choked about them.

It is a good thing.