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Growing Roses

My roses stand together

like a cackle of old women.

Each tries to out adorn the other,

smiles with beauty,

but hurts with thorns.

Move them a part from each other,

they might die and wither.

My roses stand together

like a cackle of old women.

 

Have a great holiday weekend and thank you for visiting today!

Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons   c2019

Photography – Summer Promise

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I am not the best at gardening, but this is my kind of plant! Just plant under the big blue sky, try to keep weeded, and let it be joyous and do it’s own thing! If I forget to water, no big deal. It makes me appear like a great gardener to the untrained in plants. But to those who know the difference, the true gardeners, they know that I have been gifted!

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