transplanted roses
childhood companions from friend
memory lives on
My friend’s mother passed last September. In getting ready to sell her house, she asked if anyone wanted some of the roses. I took six and the rest are going the Oregon City Historic Rose Garden.
drip, drip drop, drip, drop
evening rain shower hits roof
frog sings melody
Melody was the word at Haiku Heights.
Yeah, I like the idea of the frog singing the melody!
My friend had a pool with frogs and a fountain. So your frog haiku brings back memories
What a lovely way for ones memory to be preserved.