*Please bear with me during the next couple of days as I dedicate a few older posts to the memory of my mother. She passed away four years ago on November 20, 2010. Originally posted 11/8/2013
There they were. Three yellow roses blooming high atop the bush of frosted leaves. The morning sunlight had just come over the horizon to frame its own picture of them before I grabbed my camera phone to do the same.
They are “My Mother’s Yellow Roses,” of course. All her life, the yellow rose was her favorite flower. Five years ago when I moved into this house I planted the yellow rose-bush as a way to keep her close to me. We lived far from each other, able to visit only once or twice a year. Yet, whenever I sat on my patio, her spirit seemed to surround me. The scent of the yellow roses, their edges dipped…
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