What Nostalgia means to me. This is the photo I took from our rose bush. My husband’s friend brought two rose plants for our garden. It’s beautiful, every year, it looks better. The roses are beautiful. The friend passed away some time ago.
The roses remind us of him, how happy he was to bring this gift to us.
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Dear Ranu,
Thank you for this post. Roses are so beautiful, and even more so when they point to what we remember.
All good wishes,
robert
Dear Robert,
Thank you so much for your comment. 🙂
I wonder if someone had done the same thing for your neighbor a long time ago. What a lovely way to be remembered. Sweet nostalgia.
Thank you, at that time, I wasn’t sure the plant would survive our winter. Every year there are more roses and they look beautiful. 🙂