© 2014 Lynsey

A gift of roses

When I was a kid we used to visit my grandparents. My grandparents scared me. We lived quite a distance apart and we didn’t get to see them very often. I was always afraid of doing things wrong, and I did my best to be invisible. Looking back, I wish I’d been braver and been able to build a better relationship with them.

My father had a great relationship with my grandparents, particularly with my grandmother. I never really saw this at the time, but with the benefit of age I can see more clearly. Dad always took flowers to my grandmother, lilacs in October for her birthday, roses in December for Christmas. I can remember the fragrance of the roses floating through Bestamor’s living room.

Yesterday my sister gave us roses for Christmas. Some of the roses come from bushes that she propagated from Dad’s cherished collection. Once again, the fragrance from Dad’s roses is perfuming a living room. This time, our Christmas, our living room.

14. Every day the ordinary can be the extraordinary.
30. Every day use all your senses. Touch. Smell. Taste. Hear. See.
42. Every day celebrate. Who you are. What you have achieved. Things that matter to you.

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