Grandma would have just loved this. All the pretty roses.
Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again. ~Unknown
2 thoughts on “so many roses”
michelle | bleeding espresso
My grandmother’s middle name was Rose (Rosa, actually), so she was a big fan too; when I moved to Italy, I didn’t bring much but I did make room for two small wooden boxes, one with rose petals from my grandmother’s funeral and the other with rose petals from my grandfather’s. I’m slightly allergic to roses, but luckily not to the fading petals 😉
Lovely post.
Alisa
Looks lovely, Jana. Didn’t you mention that gardening reminds you of her? What a great thing to be rememberd for!
How are you own rose bushes coming along? Mine are budding! (barely)
My grandmother’s middle name was Rose (Rosa, actually), so she was a big fan too; when I moved to Italy, I didn’t bring much but I did make room for two small wooden boxes, one with rose petals from my grandmother’s funeral and the other with rose petals from my grandfather’s. I’m slightly allergic to roses, but luckily not to the fading petals 😉
Lovely post.
Looks lovely, Jana. Didn’t you mention that gardening reminds you of her? What a great thing to be rememberd for!
How are you own rose bushes coming along? Mine are budding! (barely)