Roses

I promise not to spend the summer blogging about our roses, but I wanted to share one photo of the first roses I cut from the bushes in the backyard. The previous owners left us with white walls, tan carpet--a house that is quite practical and solid but lacks any kind of beauty. Except for the rose bushes.

I have a soft spot for homegrown roses. For as long as I remember, my dad has grown roses of all shapes and sizes. Throughout the summer and early fall, my parents' home is filled with vases of roses. My mom has amassed all kinds of vases that accommodate every rose, from the largest floribunda to the tiniest miniature. She spreads them throughout the house and they add the loveliest color and scent to every room they are in.

So here's a thank you to my dad who grows the roses and to my mom who displays them. I'm glad to continue the tradition in my home and for as long as I live, homegrown roses will make me think of you with love.