You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
My great granmothers pillow covers got a new life again...
Isomummon tyynynliinat saivat taas uuden elämän...
Kaava samainen Ottobre 3/2011 liivimekko kuin edellisessä Viljan mekossa, mutta hieman taas sooloillen!