Many years ago our Mother wrote a poem comparing each of us kids to the flower she believed we were most like. I don't remember all of the details but I do remember that she said that Jennie was like a rambling rose. That was so very true. Jennie always walked to the beat of a different drummer-until the director of the band made her conform to his wishes.

She taught me so much about finding out who I am and being myself and appreciating my own independent spirit.

She's been gone for over a year now from this earth but her "rambling spirit" will live in my heart forever.

Living here in the Rocky Mountains fall is a time for mixed emotions.

You've worked diligently all summer to grow a garden and beautify

your home with flowers. You know that all it will take is one hard

freeze and it will be gone. Then you will be hauling off all of the spent

plants.

There is some excitement in the air as the hunting seasons open for

large game animals. The flocks of geese fly over, gathering to head

south for the winter. The hummingbirds depart for warmer places.

The trees start turning colors and the beautiful green vines of summer

turn to brilliant oranges and reds.

Yes, I like to have my emotions stirred and I certainly enjoy living

where there really are 4 seasons.

Ramblin Rose

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