Wednesday, January 25, 2017

“O my Luve’s like a red, red rose.”

~ Robert Burns

The other day I was shooting photos with a dried rose. My husband took note.

Yesterday he brought a single red rose home for me.

This is love.

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I’m a writer, reader, photographer, and gardener. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.

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