Friday, October 7, 2011

One of Each

It's fall.  We've had our first rainy day (October 5--Molly's 11th birthday).  And the roses I replanted from my mother's old house are all blooming here.  Each one has its distinct smell.  She would place them so artfully around her house.  I just plunk them on the dining room table/work table where they are the prettiest things in the room.

1 comment:

Merisi said...

I can see your mother's touch in your arrangement!

It is so comforting to have some physical connection to loved ones that have left us for other places, isn't it? I am so glad your nother's roses thrive in your garden.