A rose is just a rose...

unless it is growing in your very own garden...
all on its own...
needing only the rain...
and sun from the heavens above.
The roses in my garden are the perfect shade of pink...
and coordinate like shoes and a handbag...
with my pink chair...
that begged and pleaded to move to Scotland with us.
  
There it is looking all sad and lonely back in Texas before we packed up...
and here in the sunroom, where each morning,
 the roses...
remind me to thank the gardener who planted them...
and the Master Gardner... 
who knew they would match my pink chair.

Marvelous Monday to you!

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