Faces
This was grown on my windowsill…sort of my pride and joy. I love the soft colors and how it just seems to look out at you.
This was grown on my windowsill…sort of my pride and joy. I love the soft colors and how it just seems to look out at you.
This rose is from the tiny rose plant we had at my mom’s funeral in 2001. It has grown into a beautiful bush.
Tag: pink