strung together

You can always be sure that the felines will greet you with smiley faces as you walk through the gate at my grandparents house. 

I called in there today to have a cup of tea. I love nothing more than fossicking around the garden and picking pretty blooms (a little frowned upon by the lady of the house) and sitting on the back varandah enjoying the afternoon sun while the cats massage your legs with their claws... I asked for some string to tie the jonquils, forget-me-nots and lavender together. Mumma brought out the sweetest little hessian string bag that was part of her dowry. My great-grandmother made it for her. A keepsake to treasure.

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