Funny thing about moving and or leaving a home, job or country, is how you start to notice the things you will miss. I’m not talking family here, but rather the smaller things that you nurture and enjoy. Take these roses for instance. Hubster and I have wanted climbing roses in our garden for about 285 years, and finally this past summer we got them. They were brief, but quite spectacular nonetheless.
Sure we’ll have them again, but they’ll never beat these beauties in our Cape Town garden.