Hello …
Many years ago, for Easter, my eldest son brought three roses to the ladies present for Easter dinner. They were blue! I really liked the blue rose very much and so it has become a part of my memory … in a bitter-sweet fashion since not long afterwards he and his wife separated. So now a happy memory has a sad tinge to it, which brings me to today’s theme:
An evolving memory
Original Post: One Month of Haiga – February 19, 2016
🙂 A blue rose speaks to memory, so it’s very apropos. 🙂
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Wow Chris, you speak the language of roses – how col is that! 🙂
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🙂 Oh, roses will tell a story, alright — and one must always be attentive to what they’re saying. 😀
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Very very true!
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