I spied it early this morning –
the first one here of the year –
nestled in the grass near the road's bend.
Then I
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her –
my father's mother – just as she had remembered her father's mother.
Both held a passion for its delicate pink petals, golden centers and leafy greens.
Maybe someday – I too will be "father's mother" who passes on this skip-a-generation passion for seeking summer's First Wild Rose.
1 comment:
Beautiful pictures and a lovely, lovely post. It must be exciting to think of sharing your passion with your grandchildren. In the meantime, thank you for sharing it with us!
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