It was not her dress that was so noticeable. A black dress, of a modest length, with sleeves made of a sheer material. Nice, but nothing out of the ordinary. Diamond rings and pearl earrings sparkled in the soft light. Her jewelry complimented, but did not compete, with her beauty.
And yet - some may not have even considered her beautiful. She had lines of experience written on her face, showing a life filled with both tragedy and laughter. When she smiled, it was genuine, and it brightened her entire face, but it also exposed teeth that were not perfect, and that had yellowed with age.
|Mrs. Dudley Cross
What was it that made this woman so special?
She was tall. Large. Not overweight, but strong, or big-boned, as we used to say. She could never be described as petite, or delicate, but she long, lean legs, and a waist that curved in ever so slightly.
No, there was something more to this woman. Something charismatic. Finally, I realized what was so enchanting.
She was graceful. The way in which she danced was light and airy. Her feet barely met the floor, as if the wind were pushing her along. She could have been sprinkled with fairy dust, it was that magical. She danced the waltz with her husband, but he was just a frame to her picture of charm.
Generally, graceful is not something one sees every day. But there is a rose in my garden that is just as graceful, just as lovely, and just as mesmerizing as the woman that was waltzing.
The rose 'Mrs. Dudley Cross' is not tiny, or petite. She is large, growing to 8 ft tall and wide, although she would still be described as shapely. Her blooms nod down, almost the way in which Princess Diana always seemed to shyly bow her head. Her color is delicate, as if she is innocently blushing. Her almost thornless branches are light and airy. She has a charismatic pull to her, and I find myself drawn to her fragrant blooms. And yes, she is still blooming in my garden.
She would benefit from a strong, dark, solid hedge behind her. When the wind blew, it would seem as if they were dancing. I presume they would be dancing the waltz.
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