3 September 2009 by Carol
This sunny rose greets all who walk by Mom’s front gate. When I stooped to smell it’s sweet fragance, I thought that I heard Mitch Miller singing, ” She’s the sweetest little rose bud that Texas ever knew.”
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What a day brightener! Thanks for sharing this beautiful photo. I can ALMOST smell that fragrance.
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There has been wind
and earthquake, too;
followed by fire;*
he stood, fear-thinned,
encaved, to view
the holocaust expire.
You were in none of these;
Your still small voice next,
*1 Kings 19: 3-13
Ruth Bell Graham
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