This goes with the roses. Neil Diamond's song, became our song. my husband's and me. I loved flowers. my husband, saw that I got them. First, he ordered from florists. but they died too quick.
So, wherever we were, he planted flowers and roses. We both liked to garden. It was something we did together and enjoyed together.
Where I am now, there is no room or place for any kind of garden. Not, even in pots. I miss my flowers from my husband. He's gone. I miss him.
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