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| 2 August 2024 |
Ever since my Rosemary died on 9 December 2020, there is no day that I don’t ask myself the question, “Why you and not me?”
This especially happens when there is some wonderful thing I would like to share with her.
By the beginning of August, many of the perennials (I am reluctant to either write, my perennials, our perennials or her perennials) look tired. Rosemary knew exactly how to cut them back. I don’t have any idea.
Today the second bloom (one yesterday) of the tricky but beautiful single tea rose, Rosa ‘Mrs. Oakley Fisher’ appeared. It was her, my, our favourite rose.
I looked at it and before I snipped it I said to myself, “Rosemary, come down and look at Mrs. Oakley Fisher. She is in bloom.” She would have come down and she would have smiled. And I would not have snipped it to scan it.
I did so, because as I scan it, Rosemary’s presence is intense.
Why her?
