Days of Roses Are Numbered!
Sad to say, my roses, of a few weeks ago, are slowly and gently meeting their annual demise! I love roses, although my favourite colour is yellow, as I had for my July wedding, and I don't have any of those.
Roses remind me of my Grandma's garden. She actually won prizes for them! There was every colour imaginable, and in those days, they all smelled so lovely! Mine don't have any fragrance at all. My sister and I would tour the garden several times a day, paying homage to each bloom, one at a time, as we bent or stood tall to deeply inhale the heavenly scent. The best time was in the morning, when the dew drops were still hanging onto the petals, glistening in the slanted rays of early sun.....what a sight to behold, even now, etched in my memory!
A Kodak moment imprinted in a little girl's mind!
Mother of Invention, thinking that next year, I'm going to get yellow roses that actually smell like Grandma's!