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.
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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.
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