ABC Wednesday—Y is for "yellow rose"

"It was June and the world smelled
of roses.  The sunshine was like powdered
gold over the grassy hillside."

—Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib

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past their prime

Left over from a dinner party more than a week ago:
If I touch them, they'll disintegrate, but I can't
bring myself to toss them just yet.  Anyone else strangely
partial to dead flowers?

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Nothing lasts forever . . .

so live it up, drink it down, laugh it off, 
avoid the drama, take chances,
never have regrets*—and don't forget
to stop and smell the roses.

{*often attributed to Marilyn Monroe, who
may or may not have ever said this—
whether she did or not, it's still good advice}

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