Roses
Diane’s father tenderly cared for many varities of roses which he would then cut and display on their piano. I didn’t see it first hand; Diane told me many years ago. Because of that history I tried to imitate her father, and lord know I tried hard, or atleast I shelled out many dollars at K-Mart for small plants. But I never got them to winter over, or I’d forget where I planted them and mow then down the following spring. Anyway, I’m a better photographer of roses than grower, and this one, my most recent, is for Diane. You see, I forgot about our anniversary on the 23rd of this month and truth to tell, she might have too had pesky godson’s parents not sent us a card which arrived a day early.
While I’m rambling on, we hired a pianist to sing Bette Midler’s rendition of The Rose at our wedding back in 1984. It’s a good song, worth listening to even if you don’t like The Divine Miss M.
It’s so real, I can almost smell it.
Our anniversary is exactly 3 months before yours, so thanks for the advance warning!
Happy anniversary!
Comment by rakkity — June 28, 2007 @ 7:06 pm
Wait a second, “before” should be “after”. I’m pretty sure we didn’t get married in March.
Comment by rakkity — June 28, 2007 @ 7:08 pm
Yes, it looks a lot like fall.
Comment by michael — June 28, 2007 @ 8:13 pm
The Mrs hummed along with the DMM. She’s a fan.
Comment by rakkityed.schmahl — July 1, 2007 @ 7:38 pm
Happy anniversary! This calls for another celebration. Who’s turn is it to host?
Comment by Jen — July 1, 2007 @ 9:15 pm
A wonderful song to focus on–especially now.
{Was one of Linda’s and my wedding songs.}
Comment by smiling Dan — July 4, 2007 @ 12:38 pm