Grandfather’s roses…
Grandfather’s roses… My grandfather told me often. We must be like the rose. She sleeps the complete Winter and rebirth yearly stronger and more beautiful. In the hard days of Winter, she… Continue reading
Grandfather’s roses… My grandfather told me often. We must be like the rose. She sleeps the complete Winter and rebirth yearly stronger and more beautiful. In the hard days of Winter, she… Continue reading
My Grandfather house… (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading