These June days are different than all the other days of June here at the Stone House. There has been a certain giving up of privacy with our house pictures and price posted on Zillow. The roses, however, aren’t noticing. They’re blooming and fragrance-ing as usual. On the one hand, it’s a place of steadiness for me. On the other hand; I feel like a traitor. Then I remember, I have given away many shoots of them to be planted in other gardens in the family. This rose, then, is a keeper in my life because sharing has ensured this.
Come to think of it, that idea goes for other things too, even if this old house is sold. During our almost forty years here, we grew flowers and hearts and habits that have spread out and taken root in more gardens and homes. So, as we move on, we take the eternal with us. That’s really the only thing anyone has after a house sells. We don’t give up the memories. They’re ours. The laughter and tears and lessons stay with us, stamped on our hearts for always.
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