Roses, growing wild, abandoned, uncared for, yet they bloom. They bloom along the road where I walk, so I see them every day. They remind me of my grandmother, known to all as Nannie. My memory takes me back about 50 years when I was a little girl. We attended the same small country church as my grandparents. I can still remember the wooden slat pews, the tan hymnals, and I definitely remember the heat, there was no air conditioning. Nannie had several flower gardens and red climbing rose bushes. During the summer she loved to take vases of her flowers and place them on the communion table. Sometimes she would take her roses. She would just cut off a long stem covered in roses and place them on top of the old upright piano. She always placed a white, crocheted, oblong doily under them. I can still remember the smell that permeated the small church. As I pass these roses I smile, I remember, and I breath their sweet scent!!
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