When I was a kid my mother planted a yellow/pink rosebush--I think it was the Peace rose--in our tiny front garden. It was beautiful, and the fragrance! Whenever I smell a Peace rose I think about that house, that garden.
My father couldn't go back to driving a truck because of his back injury, so he became a gardener. He loved to plant roses for his clients. These flowers really brought joy to me, and I still grow them in my own garden, the sweet fragrance always reminding me of my dad.
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When I was a kid my mother planted a yellow/pink rosebush--I think it was the Peace rose--in our tiny front garden. It was beautiful, and the fragrance! Whenever I smell a Peace rose I think about that house, that garden.
ReplyDeleteMy father couldn't go back to driving a truck because of his back injury, so he became a gardener. He loved to plant roses for his clients. These flowers really brought joy to me, and I still grow them in my own garden, the sweet fragrance always reminding me of my dad.
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