(tales from the birdgirl)
November 23, 2015 § 3 Comments
Roses from the bush I pulled out in 200729 October 201512.38 pm
Tagged: gratitude, meditation, moments of beauty, native flowers, solace
Lovely and delicate.
They’re lovely, Bec. Does your post mean the rose resurrected itself?
It does. I tried to pull it out in my rose-hating days, but clearly it had another agenda entirely … 🙂
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