Friday, December 28, 2007

Roses in December



My youngest daughter, 21, prettied up the Christmas Day lunch table. An eggplant tablecloth was the background for this charming centerpiece. The green vase is one my mother-in-law gave to me when she downsized her home a couple of years ago. I love its shape. Amazingly, Ashley picked the roses from my front garden! We've had snow, frost, hail and more, but these roses persevered. And they have a delicate fragrance that brings back summertime memories.
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4 comments:

  1. Sugar Bear1:03 PM

    The roses are gorgeous. Hooray that they made it through the weather! Happy New Year!
    Karla

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  2. Fete et Fleur7:13 PM

    Beautiful Display!! It is amazing the roses have survived and that they still spill forth a delicate fragrance. The Lord wanted to bless you with the hope of Spring!

    Happy New Year!

    Nancy

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  3. Anonymous1:30 AM

    Surviving roses - always the best!!!

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  4. Andi3:31 PM

    Your roses are lovely Lorrie and that vase is really beautiful. Looks perfect on your table.

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