I love old hymns. One of my favorites is, “I Come to the Garden Alone,” and while these are not roses, the rain drops on these reminds me of the joy that comes as I “tarry there” in the garden. Can’t wait to see these beauties again this spring!
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Hi there! I'm Sally, the Polka Dot Farmer. I love to garden, create, cook from scratch, enjoy friends and family, share happiness and creative fun.
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