Growing up in an Italian family, grandparents, aunts and uncles lived together in a multi family dwelling. One of my fondest memories was my aunt's magnificent flower garden. Living in the city we actually had a very big yard and it was like the botanical gardens. My aunt would be up at the crack of dawn working in the garden. Then she would come in and cook me the most delicious breakfast, probably at noon because I was able to sleep in. Also, on Tuesday nights we could watch the fireworks in Coney Island from our front porch. These flowers, and bright colors bring me back to my aunt's gardens and to those fun fireworks!