Rosemary's Garden

Good Friends are like Stars .....
You don't always see them,
but you know they are there .....


I remember the days when you used to show me around your garden, dig up a little bit of this and that to plant. Not one of those designer gardens with only 5 different varieties, Murrayas and more marrayas and lots of paving. No it was a surprise garden, you name it and you loved to plant it. Lots of bees and birds visited your bottlebrush trees in the driveway. The little green tree frogs lived just outside you dining room window in the golden cane palms next to the little pond. stepping stones around the side of the house inviting you to follow into a wonderland of plants. Old John was your righthand man, he stay at your Mom's Alice's house in his little room he made homely for himself. He was just about a member of the clan.

You would kick off you black bata's runners just outside your front door and we would have a cup of tea together, sometime Dawn would join us. The kids were all such good friends .....

Then thing changed, we moved away to another continent, we all experienced change of some kind but life goes on, and we learn to cope. We grow older and start having grandkids of our own, Little Nathan with his wide baby smile and Leigh who growing up faster than you would like. Each holding a very special place in your heart. You are one very special Lady My Friend Rosie. The bond of friendship between us stays strong, we will be friends forever.

Love ya
Rina