Rosebud Cottage is a sweet gift shoppe designed around a fictional personality of "Rosebud", she loves home, family and her idea of true love. Flowers, birds, bunnies, dishes, new and vintage can be found in the shop's inventory with a touch of "whimsy" for good measure. Located at 28A East Main Street, Franklin, NC. 828.369.2429, RosebudCottageNC.com Read Rosebud's stories here on our Blog.
To read the story of Rosebud Cottage go to RosebudCottageNC.com Rosebud sat on her knees on the mound of soft pine needles she had gathered to mulch the new garden. Papa clicked his lips at old Pat, the big white farm horse. He lined up the pointed edge of the plow and started down the first row turning over the rich, brown dirt. Rosebud could smell the musty scent of the freshly upturned earth. It made her very happy picturing all the shades of green, the textures of the plants, and the wonderful surprise of the vegetables as they start to grow. Her garden basket held seeds for beans, corn, okra, lettuce, carrots, squash, peas, and other favorites. The onions and lettuce would be planted first. Papa winked at Rosebud as he brought Pat back up the second row. He smiled knowing how happy planting a new garden made Rosebud.
Charms!How fun are these charms! Whimsical images incorporated into unique wearable art. All photo charms are double-sided and display two distinctive images which can be worn as simple pendants, or combined into elaborate charm bracelets and necklaces. Birds, flowers, friends, fun sentiments, and more. Great selection, start your collection now! 20% off March 12 - 31, 2009.
This is the story of Rosebud Cottage as written by Martha Holbrook.
Rosebud lived in the sweetest cottage beside a tiny sparkling stream. The Lord had blessed her with a green thumb and she had a beautiful garden filled with birds and butterflies, roses, violets, hollyhocks, and daisies. Rosebud loved her family but she longed to meet her true love. She whispered a prayer for him each day. One beautiful summer morning while Rosebud was working in her garden, Henry the cartmaker and local woodright came by on the way to his shop. He often glanced over the garden gate hoping to catch a glimpse of Rosebud. She was very beautiful to him. Henry had first noticed Rosebud in the early morning quiet; she looked as if she had her head bowed whispering a prayer. If Rosebud would only look up this morning...
Henry looked at Rosebud and thought how beautiful she was among the flowers. He sighed and continued to walk on down the path. Just then Rosebud pricked her finger on a rosebush thorn and cried out. Henry quickly turned and leapt over the garden wall. Just as he reached her he asked if she was hurt. She looked up into his sweet, handsome face and slowly smiled. Henry, the cart maker, she had seen him at the bakery and thought him handsome, and here he was in her garden this morning. She stammered a faint, "No, I'm fine, thank you."
Henry reached for her hand and pulled her up. He examined her fingers but found no serious wounds. He kept holding Rosebud's hand even as she gently pulled it away from his. He thought her blush made her even more beautiful in the early morning light. Rosebud thanked him for coming to her rescue even though she was in no serious harm. Henry could think of nothing more to say to Rosebud, he had never felt this way before; all he could do was say goodbye. He quickly crossed to the gate and waved as he started down the path. Rosebud's heart was beating faster and faster as she peeked over the garden wall trying to catch one last glimpse of Henry.
All day Rosebud's thoughts were of Henry. She thought about how gentle his big, rough hands had touched her fingers as he checked her wounds, how his shy smile spread across his face creating deep dimples in his cheeks, the sparkle in his brown eyes as he looked at her. Henry was different than anyone Rosebud had ever met before. To be continued...