A flower by any other name ~ is not a rose.
My grandmother had a side yard of roses.
Bush after bush after bush.
I have one rose bush that came with the yard when we bought our house.
It was a sickly little thing. But every year I waited for something to emerge — usually the first week in May.
My feeble rose bush would give its all for one bloom. Sitting on the porch, I would watch the days proceeding up to the blossom’s unveiling like the hours leading up to a space launch.
One year I was so captivated by its appearance, I used it as inspiration for a talk I gave to a women’s luncheon at a quaint country church.
It bloomed early this year. Maybe the warm weather?
But after that lone blossom that I talked about at that meeting…a funny thing started happening.
For some utterly unexplainable reason — more blooms started appearing on the bush.
First year, it kind of freaked me out.
Then it happened again and again.
Here it is today.
The only possible explanation that has come to me over the years — is that those dear women at the church felt so incredibly sorry for me
“The poor thing watches that sickly rose all year long for one bloom..”
That silently or in unison after I left, they prayed for my rose bush.
Or for me…
Do you have any roses?
Well, if you don’t have any outside on bushes, has someone knocked on your door bearing them in hand in recent memory?
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Jamie, my grandmother always had the most beautiful rose gardens and roses always make me think of her. I planted several bushes in our little garden and for a few years I tended them and chemical-ed them like crazy, only to see them eaten by beatles and succumb to black spot. But now I leave them alone except to prune them and they bloom beautifully – twice last year. Guess there is a life lesson in there somewhere…. 🙂
Ruth..roses are very hard. This poor little thing sits between our boxwoods and was basically a stick with a few yellow leaves. It has somehow survived and now blooms many times (but only in the spring. I remember the yellow and pink roses in my grandmother’s garden. I’m sure she had red, but don’t really remember a bright red one. And mine are definitely left to fend for themselves.
We have knockout roses in our current yard. Totally low maintenance and they continually bloom. Ours are a deep pink color.
Ha ha! He deserved a little deception!
Yep, something I would do. Actually, I tell people I went to SLU (Saint Louis University) all the time. It’s like a prestige thing here. And . . . I never correct them or let them think that I didn’t graduate. If I did that I would lose the prestige.
I did go, but as with most things – I didn’t finish. Found something else that caught my eye 🙂
Funny post!
Love it love it love it! I think we’re related somehow . . . 😉
Oops! The previous comment was meant for the Harvard sweatshirt post. But I love this one too!