The scent of freesia fills the room this morning as the sun filters through,-the fragrance haunting beautiful with that sad-sweet note that pervades my senses.
Joe brought them from the little flower shop early, knowing how much I love them.
They were an important part of my wedding bouquet, and when my Mum died, we filled her room with freesia,- the memory lingers.
Somehow, freesia are woven into my being, they seem to belong with me as part of my heart and soul.They speak to me so much of Beauty Hope, and the delicate ,
translucent lightness and brightness that I feel will be Heaven.
Maureen.
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