Shortly before Christmas, when I was at a florist looking for babies breath that our grandchildren used to decorate our little Christmas Tree, I came across a single rosebud, in with a little greenery and offered for sale at a reduced price. It looked pretty sad, and the likelihood that it would ever come into full bloom seemed quite low. I remembered how Gwen loved rescuing plants that had been given up for dead and turning them into beautiful flowers in our garden. "Why not?" I took the rosebud home, placed it in a vase, and gave it a place of honor on the mantle, next to the urn with Gwen's ashes. She worked another of her miracles.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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