Standing in front of the white picket fence, I stared at the multitude of champagne roses weaving their hunter green vines gracefully through and around the fence. Soft hints of pink hues whispered from the centers of the blooms. Their petals covered the lush ground and rolled in a lazy dance with the warm summer breeze...Leah Lozano
About This Quote
This beautiful sentence caught my attention. I was so fascinated by the writer's description of the scene before me. I was captivated by the white picket fence. The writer didn't focus on the fence itself but on the roses surrounding it.
She described how they were dancing in a gentle breeze, cascading down the fence. These flowers were not only lovely to look at, they also held a special meaning to me. They were my mother's favorite flower, which she used to grow around her house all throughout her life.
When I was younger, she would always tell me stories about how these flowers had saved her life during WWII. It had always been one of my favorite memories of my mother's, since she shared it with me when I was still quite young.
Source: Immortalis: The Guardian
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