I really miss my grandma at this time of year. She was always the one to host Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners while growing up and as I headed out the door to have Thanksgiving dinner with my sister in Maryland, I spied one, single rose on an otherwise empty rose bush. Apparently, that bush didn't get the memo that winter is coming! Roses remind me of my grandma because she always smelled like them. She used Rosemilk lotion and that is why when I see a pink rose, I think of her.
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