Nestled amidst the overgrown grasses and weeds of a once-beautiful garden, there peeks a splash of red. This rose has survived -- and flourished!
The gazebo once was a scene of beauty. Weddings were performed here. Gandhi sat here and meditated. Music groups performed nearby. Now the gazebo is silent and empty, graced only by a few roses that dare to defy the thorns of the blackberry bushes that are slowly taking over.
Beautiful!
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ReplyDeleteLovely lovely roses. How beautiful, Sissy. What a nostolgic photo--and it fills my eyes...
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