These are the leaves (and a bud) on the rose bush I planted in honor of Grandmother. The size of this bush belies it’s age. I think I planted it about 5 years ago, but the kids try to kill it at least twice a year by running past it and breaking it off. Like love, it keeps coming back. It blooms in the spring, as one would expect. But it also puts out a single bloom every Christmas.
I actually have plans to do a memorial type rose bed on day. You know, when I live where things will grow. And this plant will be going with me if I ever manage to leave here.
This is my desk, across from my cubbies, which I also need to clean.
Perhaps now that all my grades are posted I can tear myself away from the computer and do that.
I am hoping one day we can be next door neighbors. We know what the soil at the farm can do with plants when they have a little TLC.