Summer must come to an end eventually and it has with the 50 degree nights and the sweaters being pulled out of the drawer, but there not much more bitter sweet than the last rose of summer.
I believe that was the name of the tune played by my first violin teacher which made me want to play.
Little did I know the lessons would be in the storage closet! But I'm still playing....
How's this for a last rose - from my sister Agnes' garden - "Mr. Lincoln" a gorgeous purple velvet long stem.
I believe that was the name of the tune played by my first violin teacher which made me want to play.
Little did I know the lessons would be in the storage closet! But I'm still playing....
How's this for a last rose - from my sister Agnes' garden - "Mr. Lincoln" a gorgeous purple velvet long stem.
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