I began working on this postcard for my 96 year old grandmother.
When I see roses I always think of her. I remember when I was a little
I would go to her house and the minute we got out of the car she hurried us over
to her garden to see the beautiful roses. The smell was so divine. I have never smelled
more fragrant roses.
I will add just a bit of beading to this one and it will be done.
