June 1st…Roses always bloom in June, in New York. These are small but beautiful – and what a great color!
My appreciation of flowers came from my mom’s passion for plants. She even named me after a flower, Dahlia. From very young, mom had her hands in our small garden. She wore those cutesy floral cotton garden gloves and enriched the soil with old coffee grounds and egg shells way before composting became popular. SheContinue reading “Dance in the rain”