“My mother… she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.” ― Jodi Picoult
“My mother… she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.” ― Jodi Picoult
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Beautiful picture MK, the words fit it perfectly, 🙂
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Thank you Karen. My mother loved roses, and both the photo and the quote remind me of her.
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Witty.
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😉 thank you Peter
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The photo is very nice and the words fit it so well. Nice
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Thank you kindly, Chris!
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Such a sweet rose bud, promise of greatness to come!
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I love the hint of pink in the bud. I wonder if the pink will remain.
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The larger blossom was all white, wasn’t it? It is interesting how buds start out one color and progress to another. Roses often will change, growing paler as the blossom ages. Coral pink to orange to pale yellow over a few days to a week. I guess we all change from youth to old age! 😉
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Yes, the larger one is all white. I wouldn’t have expected the little bud to change so dramatically. But the other day, I was looking at some old pictures of myself… 😯
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;-D
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Beautiful.
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Thanks Gigi. The same neighbor has some truly enviable artichokes right next to the roses.
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So very lovely. Who would have thought that roses and artichokes get along so well. A lovely post to bring up sweet memories
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Thanks for your sweet comment, Gunta.
Yes, the artichokes are quite exuberant, and the roses are quite happy.
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