The rose is much older than I am, and yet it grows and blooms as if it's just so happy to be here. The rains come, the winds rage, and still Granny Laurie's rose just keeps right on blooming. I wish I could do that.
Sharon, This is such a sweet and beautiful story. I can just picture the mountains on Bottomfork, Ky. You have a good way of bringing the mountains right back to me. Thanks for a great story and it does my heart good to know that we are from the same area in Ky. I do love the mountains. Donna
And it does my heart good to remember you so vividly, Donna.
Our grandmothers might just be smiling, too.
Granny Laurie lived near Kona, remember that tiny place? And we'd often drive up past your grandmother's house and on up what was then a narrow twisting road to get over the lower part of the mountains and on to Kona where she lived.
