Moments

a simple rose

We do not remember days. We remember moments. – Cesare Pavese

a simple rose
a simple rose

If I close my eyes, I can almost remember the lush fragrance from last summer’s roses. Maybe it isn’t the exact flower that I remember, though– maybe I cherish the sweet smell of a garden flower because of what was going on around me. Boys running barefoot through the damp grass, chasing our Labradoodle puppy. The happy yelps and laughter from a game of slippery chase nearby. The warmth of the sun chasing away Prague’s morning fog, the simple promise of a quiet day. Well, not quiet as far as noise (because it’s always loud in my house), but quiet as in home and rest and family. That is what I love. And maybe that is the reason I love roses. For the moments they represent.

Published by Jennifer Lyn Art

About Jennifer Writer Author Photographer Artist Corporate Marketer Happy Wife & Mom World Traveler Grateful.

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