Known for her green fingers, Rowena loved her garden as much as her beagle, Barry, loved to dig it. Every time Barry dug a hole, Rowena would plant something new.
Here, there. Every-damn-where.
Her once emerald, symmetrical and luscious garden, of which she was very proud, now looked like a jazz inspired patchwork quilt of colour and utter madness.
Rowe lost Barry 3 years ago this spring, and whilst her trowel isn’t seeing as much use as it once did (and her knees are thankful for that) the blooming memorial left behind has kept her smiling each and every day.
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This week’s picture was sent in by Rowena Curtin. Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted as ever by Rochelle. Check out her blog here, and discover more stories based on this week’s photograph here. Thanks to everyone for keeping this community going!

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