Edna smiled in appreciation for her birthday flowers. Flowers that she could not kill. She had hinted over the years, that she did not want potted flowers. She had never had a green thumb, and her failure to keep them alive was defeating for her. A gift of cut flowers was no better since they quickly died without her intervention!
Glass roses – perfect. Colors represented the months in which each was born. Three random months, February, April, and November. Three born in January during the war years. Their friends teased them – three births nine months after Howard’s furloughs. So predictable!
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Rochelle’s 100 word picture prompt.
https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/02/20/22-february-2019/
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sweet aroma 
I want some glass roses! 🙂
They are pretty, aren’t they. I could stand to hold them under the spout occasionally in order to keep them clean – and they wouldn’t die!
LOL! Perfect 🙂 You have a “green thumb” like me!
😀
I would like to find such a thing. Great work, Oneta. I like the note of humor.
I see Rochelle posted her own picture. Perhaps she is the owner. They are beautiful. Thanks for the comment.
Green thumb
Gangrene
That had spread
Working the soil
With bare hands
Gloves useless now
If hunger could be
Satisfied
By glass food
At risk of tearing
His stomach
It would be consumed
Glass roses are best enjoyed by the sense of sight; not recommended for the taste buds. 😀
Aha!
Lovely story, she certainly doesn’t need a green thumg for these roses. But a gentle touch is required…
True. Thanks for the comment. 😀
Those are very pretty! My husband doesn’t buy cut flowers as he calls them “dead flowers”. He has upon occasion purchased me rose bushes so I could enjoy them for years!
I love potted tea roses best of all. They grow inside of on the patio. Probably in some sun also. The cut flowers my family got for my birthday lasted quite a while. The had a lot of carnations that stayed nice. But too often they are DOA. 😀 Thanks for the comment.
Such a very nice, happy tale
Thanks for such nice responses to my writings. You encourage me.