I’m gonna take a break from my bathroom demo posts for a second. I’m sitting here in my home, looking out at the growing garden. We had a massive dust storm this week and everything is looking kind of beat up and well, dusty. I’m a sucker for a pretty rose and just planted these last week. They smell as good as can be and remind me of my Grandpa and how he always gave me a rose from the climber that he had by his front porch. One smell and it takes me back there, to his warm smile and rough hands.
My dusty roses. I love them.