Hi Mom~ your rose began to bloom on Thursday.
Strange how nothing came to mind for me to blog about.
Not until I sat down and remembered the rose, did it occur to me.
I must have walked past it a dozen times on Friday.
My god-daughter has a phone camera.
Yes, you'd love her too.
I can't wait for you to meet her! One fine day.
You're the one who said, "Every year when that rose blooms..."
You know I thought it was dead, so we cut it back really hard.
"... you'll know that I'm thinking of you, Dixie.
Thanks for the rose, Mom.
