Posted on April 27, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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As I walk the path in the rose garden, my senses come alive.
The brilliant hued colors of the roses draw not only me, but the butterflies as well. There on a rose, sits a praying mantis, patient as it waits for dinner. The air is thick with the spice of roses; floral, herby, earthy as ripe peaches in the sun.
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