Tag: Mothers
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Consider the Roses

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. — Maud Hart Lovelace, Besty-Tacy and Tib Wouldn’t it be nice if roses could talk? I’m sure they could tell us such lovely things. –Lucy Maud Montgomery Roses Personified Won’t you come into my garden? I…
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The Language of Flowers

Vanessa Diffenbaugh, 2012, literary fiction, 334 pages Victoria Jones spent an isolated childhood in the foster care system. During an interval of relative calm, she learned the meanings of flowers used during Victorian times to convey romantic expression. She finds them more useful in communicating her fears and mistrust of others. Now she is eighteen,…
