My mom planted this rose for me about 35 years ago. I almost lost it in the drought and heat a couple of summers ago, but she hung on. It has the sweetest fragrance, almost spicy. This morning walking the dogs, there she was in the morning sun saying hello.
My mother's name was Ruby, I call the rose that as well. She is much like my mom, strong and beautiful. So tonight I give you Ruby's first blossom of the season. I only wish you could smell her.
Monday, April 30, 2018
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Ruby is beautiful. A great gift from your mom.
ReplyDeleteHugs, Julia
How wonderful that you have that gift from your Mom that has lasted all these years. Your ruby rose is just beautiful!
ReplyDeleteShe is gorgeous. The color is perfect.
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