The roses of my grandmother

I live in the house that used to be my grandma's. Even though it's quite different now, I like the idea of walking the same hallway my grandmother used to walk.

The roses of my grandmother

One of the things that make me think of my grandmother are her beautiful roses. My husband kind of build a rose arch, and managed to guide the roses across the arch. They're looking more beautiful everyday as they tumble across the arch in abundance.

And I like to think my grandmother is looking at them, and appreciating their beauty.

Just like I do.

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