There were eight vases of lilies in our little church yesterday, leftover from the Easter service. A friend had told me to go and smell the perfume. You can see the leaves dropping, those orange stamens will stain your clothes and your hands. But they are beautiful, and such a noble gesture of someone to invest in such beautiful fragile flowers, when there is but a handful of people who attend the church service.
I am not religious, but there was also a small board with people who had died were remembered and it brought back memories of my first husband who had died so young. My two granddaughters, and daughter come for the weekend, as their father/husband moves out of the house on the long process of divorce, I will at least try to find the right words of comfort as their grandfather would have done.
|Jam and Jerusalem rose (Australian I think) taken from a Russian website - tut|
The other day I bought a couple of rose bushes, one was called Jam and Jerusalem, a tri-coloured rose, hopefully it will turn out just as pretty as the photo!