My rose bushes have dwindled greatly over the years.
Some due to neglect.
Some due to the deer.
Some due to increased shade.
But I have one rose, a tea rose, that has defied the odds. I planted it years ago and it never did anything. Then about three years ago it started to bloom. This was about the same time I knew my mom was “not herself”. Every year I gave her the last rose of the summer because it was always the most magnificent one.
This is the second fall since she has been gone and I didn’t think my rose was going to bloom this year. But yesterday I walked out on the deck and there she was, more beautiful than ever. Of course, it was bittersweet. The first thing I would have done is cut that rose and take it to my mom.
Instead, I cried.
Then I cut the rose and brought it in the house.
Every time I look at it, I think of her. She thought I was an amazing gardener.
And for a while, I was.
Because I can’t give it to her, I thought I would share my rose with all of you. If I could bottle up its smell and send it across the computer, I would. Alas, you’ll just have to imagine.
God bless and have a great day.