Last week, the last of mommy’s roses were in their spender.  I’ve already started the winter prep work for most of my flowers. But as I turned my efforts to the roses, a part of me stopped and rejoiced in their beauty.

There stood 3 traditional roses in full bloom. A strong rebellion to all of the fall mums everywhere. So as I began to mound and cut back, I couldn’t resist bringing the last cuts inside. A big thank you to Great Grandmom and her roses. They are prickly little girls but with love and care bloom into something special. And I’m happy to have them.