Monday, March 9, 2009

Old Roses

This is from my Valentine's bouquet. My apartment is always hot, so they opened quickly, spreading the scent through my home.
It was raining and the scent of roses hung heavy on the air. She liked old roses best, they had the best perfume, but they didn't last as long as the kind you could buy in the florist shop. To make up for their short life, she had bushes and bushes by the back door, along the house and the fence behind. And every spring, into the summer, she cut bouquets for the house. And the scent of roses mingled with the scent of rain.

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