It has been a hard summer for most things green and growing - not to mention those things animate and growing. Thankfully we have survived all the drought and sweltering temperatures, and have moved into my favorite season of the year.
But roses everywhere seemed to love the heat and the drought. I always knew roses to be beautiful to look at, delightful to smell, and capable of speaking the language of love. I just never knew that these dazzling flowers were such tough little cusses.
Most of our roses came to us as potted Mothers Day gifts from our kids in Cincinnati. After enjoying them in the house, Don always plants them in the yard. I have spoken before of our "surprise" flower garden. We are just never sure what will decide to pop up and grow in any given year. But that is the delight of such a garden. And this year the roses outshone every other flower. Where everything else struggled with heat and drought, these tough little cusses thrived and survived, and were more dazzling than ever.
It kind of makes me wish that I were still in my child-bearing years so I could have a daughter and name her Rose. Hows that for a foolish wish? Oh, but wait, maybe we could just change Cheryl's name to Rose.
