It was after my blog post yesterday I was thinking about my grandmother's roses that lined her property since forever. Her yard always beautiful; in fact, her yard won an award one year, thanks to my Grampy who kept it meticulous.
My mom prefers all things green, no flowers needed.
Skip a generation to me and my yard blooms by the week and my home décor floral and feminine. I wonder one day if my Sofia will love flowers, too.
My other grandmother, Julia Ann Rose, the rose was her signature flower. She loved pretty floral things, especially roses.
Perhaps my love for flowers and appreciation for roses is in my DNA.
"Let us live like flowers
wild and beautiful
and drenched in the sun"
