Grandmothers Roses
Both of my Grandma's had Roses as so did I as a child growing up. When I went to go visit them both a year a part from each other I soon found out that is one of the many things that binds me together with them.
I use to love going out in the garden to look and talk to my roses, flower and plant. The imagination of a child is do wonderfully unrestricted and I do miss those days of being optimistically curious. These days despite the need to be cautious I still hold a bit of pure optimism and joy for the ability to live one day at a time.
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