This lovely Iceberg rose belongs in the church courtyard. It had to be removed to make room for a columbarium.
Decades ago we designed the space to be a meditation garden with all white flowers.
It has a fountain in the middle and benches to sit on.
When death entered the space, the rose and I left.
The rose is still with me, waiting for a parishioner to fetch it.
FLOW
This is my last post about my adventures down south at Edisto Memorial Gardens.
As promised, I will share a few roses along with the fowl.
My favorite rose had no marker.
My cousin and I name it ‘Creamsicle’ because of the colors remind us of that treat.
Some of the roses had lovely fragrances. This one was also missing a marker.
These beauties were identified..
We had to play chicken with a gaggle of geese to cross the bridge.
We spied a lonely Muscovy male among the cypress knees.
My last photo is of family.
If our looks did not give us away, our giggles did.
The four of us were back being twelve for the afternoon.
I miss twelve, don’t you?
Flower
Delicate beauty and lovely scents of thousands of roses. Every color imaginable, except blue.
Follow the Flower!
Tranquil setting with all my favorite things; moss, stone, sculpture, koi and waterfalls. The plantings included many evergreens and Japanese maples.
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