Honestly, why would you wait around for a man to give you roses.
Even in the sub tropical climate in which I live, I can have roses in abundance if I grow them myself.
This one, in the most gorgeous shade of strawberry milkshake pink, is a miniature rose, with a delicate perfume, and a bud that opens to a multi-petaled old style rose, just like the ones my Nanna used to grow at the front gate. I'd see her pruning them every afternoon, and it never occurred to me until recently, with Nanna gone for many long years, that she wasn't 'pruning', she was waiting for me to return home from school, safe and sound.
Precious memories in a small rosebud.
And roses for free, for as long as I can be bothered to water my little rosebush at my front door.
A five star treat, every single day.
Precious memories in a small rosebud.
And roses for free, for as long as I can be bothered to water my little rosebush at my front door.
A five star treat, every single day.
What a sweet post. I have been reminiscing about my Nanna lately.
ReplyDeleteThankyou Madonna. I miss my Nanna to this day, and I won't even tell you how old I am or how long she has been gone. It's a long time. Nannas are such important figures in our young lives, don't you think? Thankyou for your lovely comment...x
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