Love blooms wherever we plant it.
The rose is a Chrysler Imperial given to me by my daughter a few summers ago. We all loved her, especially Spencer, who would cheerfully have eaten each and every bloom, but (alas), the lady only survived for a year this far north - even with the most stalwart winter protections.
Oh, how our rose bloomed while she was with us though. In her brief span of days on the hallowed earth, she filled the garden of the little blue house in the village with color and fragrance, and she gladdened our hearts. Surely that is the essence of love.
6 comments:
Lovely memory.
As you fill our gardens everyday, dear Cate - with your beautiful Heart.
Beautiful thoughts. Glad you got a photo of it and shared it with us.
How beautiful...
oo la la.
Hi Cate
Lovely, I am growing my second in memory of my father who worked at
Chrysler's in Windsor and loved roses. It has now survived two years so I am hopeful.
Guy
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