The beauty of roses ðŸŒ¹

It’s no secret that Wendy my best friend loved roses. In fact everything she touched she was good at. Her passion was growing roses. She had made her patio at her home a santuary where she could sit and rest and enjoy her roses. Before she passed away she had ordered two more rose bushes for her patio. Both of them my friend Deborah had in her garden. Her garden is amazing as well.

After Wendy passed away the roses came in and Deb asked me if I wanted to buy them. I was honoured to get them and found pots in a blue color. Wendy loved all shades of blue. I prayed over them because I wanted them to bloom and look beautiful. I put them in the corner of my patio beside the one Deb got me last year for my birthday. As the weather got warmer they started to grow.

Last Sunday I noticed one of the flowers coming out. It’s that beautiful double colored one above and it has the most wonderful smell from it. Today I went out and its for two more flowers coming out on it and it’s full of buds. The other one does not have the same amount of buds but enough. I’m super excited about this. I know Wendy is looking down from heaven. I know she would be proud.

I made some butterfly stakes 🦋 on mini black boards I found. I guess it’s like a memorial for her. I sure miss her so much. I’m in the fantastic four thread on Facebook and the last few days we’ve been chatting and I still expect Wendy to add to the conversation. I still have a hard time believing she’s gone. There is so much I want to share with her.🦋

I’m so thankful that I get to watch these roses 🌹bloom and help me to remember by friend. Life is precious and like I wrote in my last blog and not to take anything for granted. I love sitting out there in the midst of the roses. It’s become my own paradise. ❤️

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