Roses for Mama

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Reblogging my own post – a first – because today would have been my mother’s 74th birthday.

heretherebespiders

I bought myself a new rosebush recently – a peace rose. We had one in Florida, at the house where I did most of my growing up. Mom loved it. She wasn’t much of a gardener: the rose didn’t get a lot of attention and bloomed rarely. But when it did, she was ecstatic. I remember. I will never forget.

The 17th anniversary of my mother’s death is September 1. That year, 1997, it was also the Labor Day holiday – which meant exactly nothing to me at the time but makes it worse for me when they coincide again.

This post is for you, mom. I know you’d be thrilled with all of my beautiful flowers. But these roses are just for you, and I will think of you and smile with every new bloom.

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About heretherebespiders

Immigrant American living in Ireland. Sarcastic, decrepit. Loads of interests: reading, plants, pets, food, art, writing, drinking, space, politics, feminism, quantum theory. Not 'girly' and not interested in being so.

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  1. This was also my mum’s favourite rose! The scent was just wonderful, and the colour – that gorgeous deep yellow tinted with pink. It’s the one rose I always recognize. Thanks Spiders. 🙂

  2. We’re fast approaching the anniversary of my dad’s passing. It makes Valentine’s Day very bittersweet knowing that “the day” is coming up almost immediately after. Hope you’re doing alright. The roses are lovely, and interestingly enough those were one of my dad’s favorites as well. ❤

  3. My dad grew roses. My mom always insisted that only ones with lovely scents should be planted. The peace rose is absolutely the most perfect rose ever. I can still smell them in a little glass vase sitting on the table in the summer’s heat.
    Thanks for such lovely pictures – and memories

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