Monday, February 22, 2021

Roses


The last place we lived was humid, and the roses surrounding us were hardly worthy of the name. Now we live in a dry place the roses are deeply scented and luxurious.

We have one rose bush in our garden, well established and bearing abundantly wild and sweet scented blooms. I lack the time to give it the attention it deserves, but it is deeply loved. 

It reminds me of fairy stories, Beauty and the Beast, The Sleeping Beauty. It reminds me of the garden of my childhood, where my parents still live, and gathering flowers as a child. It reminds me of beyond the everyday and mundane. 










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