Like new love
The first roses
Seem the sweetest
The first flush
Of colour and scent
Matching the twang
Of our heartstrings
Beating frantically
With new love
Rapturously circling
Our brain and heart
With wonder
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Alas, Kate, some with dementia have damaged senses of smell and taste and so nothing smells nice at all. 😦
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I do too, but I can still see how beautifulo they are xox
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As spring creeps closer I long to smell the first flowers and see their beauty…And you are marching towards winter 😦 We had the worst one in decades….Brutal cold and non stop snow….All being manipulated I fear…Ah well…Just give me my flowers and all will be well 🙂 Blessings and love…VK xxoo
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Your winter sounds hideous… we did get a glimpse of it on the news here occasionally. As we head towards winter here, the autumn weather is still quite beautiful, and a had a new ‘flush’ of roses yesterday having tip pruned them a few weeks ago! Hugs to you xox
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