Roses In Winter

I wrote this quote in my art journal for my square project that I told you about in December.  You can read more about it here, A Square Project 

I have been working on my January pattern and it is complete!  I will post it tomorrow.

I have always liked this saying as it reminds me of my mom and Mary Engelbreit.

My mom grew the most beautiful and fragrant roses.  I can still see the colors in my mind and smell their sweet scent.  Mom had a beautiful yard where she spent hours weeding and taking care of the plants.

Mary Engelbreit is one of my favorite artists.  She created an iron-on transfer of this saying that I ironed onto a sweatshirt for my mom.  When my mom passed away in 1999, I held onto that shirt for the longest time.  As it reminded me of mom and her lovely roses.

I think we all have the ability to gather roses in winter in our minds.  Memory to take us back to a warm breeze, soft petals and love for someone who touched our lives in a special way.

Whose memory do you treasure?

Cheers! 🙂