Yesterday in my garden I found a perfect rose.
I have no idea of its name. It has a wonderful perfume, flowers continuously through the summer, and each flower is a blend of pinks and golden yellows.
I'm not a rose person, but this rose came from my mothers garden as a cutting. She is not with us now, but the rose continues to flourish in the garden, and every flower it produces is a poignant reminder of my mum.
I have no idea of its name. It has a wonderful perfume, flowers continuously through the summer, and each flower is a blend of pinks and golden yellows.
I'm not a rose person, but this rose came from my mothers garden as a cutting. She is not with us now, but the rose continues to flourish in the garden, and every flower it produces is a poignant reminder of my mum.
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