Mom had the Seven Sisters Roses, clumps of pink blossoms, that grew in my childhood front yard. Back in those days, it was a big deal when the rose bush blossomed. I'd go pick small bouquets, bring them in the house, and put them in our saved jelly jars.
We're not a family that buys store-bought flowers very often. We tend to prefer those that grow in the wild, and if we're walking along a stream or other secluded spot, a few stems might come home with us and stay until they wilt away.
My thumbs are not green. I love flowers to death, but I have not the patience to produce eye stoppers. The only plant in my house is a dear soul that thrives on my negligence.
The best way for me to celebrate Rose Month is to share the rose garden that is a 'must see' for us every year. Obviously, it is a Master Green Thumb who nurtures this bed of beauties.
|Splendor in the Garden|
|Roses Bring Smiles in Spring|
The rose, with its thorns, teaches a life lesson.....
a thing of beauty may have some hurt attached to it.