she picked a rose for me



My daughter picked one of the first of the Rosa rugosa blossoms for me - so fragrant - and then said she could hold her hand still for me to draw it. So I did. Later my son played scales on the French horn, while we sat on the porch. Late spring afternoon, after school.


Sounds pretty idyllic to me.

Yes, what a sweet moment that you've captured. I think that your daughter's hand is better than any vase. Thank you for sharing this sweet scene.

Like this one very much. Its not easy, drawing hands.

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