My sister Mary Jo died of cancer in the fall of 2001. She was a wonderful gardener and artist, 2 gifts of hers I've aspired to share. One of her daughters took cuttings from her climbing roses after her death, rooted them, and gave them out to family members.
All summer I have walked by these beautiful roses on my way to the studio. They are not only stunning to look at, but the fragrance compels me to literally "stop and smell the roses."
To her daughters, Carolyn, Diane and Janny--I think of her and you three every day.
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