My Mother's Garden

Three years ago I planted rose bushes in memory of my mom. I needed something physical that I could go see whenever I wanted. Something pretty. She loved roses! She loved the color pink, she thought the color was so feminine, and yellow was the color of the very first rose my dad ever gave to her.

I love flowers, and wish I could have a vase full of them on my table all year long. However, living in the tundra that is Illinois, I know that will never happen! So, I'll make sure I enjoy them while they last.