I worked in the rose hedge today Justin, more like I cried in the rose… Read the postA Visit with the North Wind
I have kept watch all day, this eve of the second anniversary of Justin’s death. … Read the postPruning and watch keeping…..
Justin always came home in May. It did matter how far away the boy was,… Read the postHe always came home in May
The days leading up to Christmas are sometimes more difficult that the day itself, and… Read the postA New Year. A sigh of relief, and more rose buds.
All the last week of advent I watched from our kitchen window roses bloom on… Read the postChristmas Roses and another sort of visit…
