Roses, a Connection to the Past, an Expression of Love, and a Conduit to the Future.
Springtime always reminds me of my grandmother. I can see her pruning and spading the rose garden. She loved to plant little annuals to highlight the roses along the edge of the flowerbed. My mother had care of the roses after my grandmother was gone. She spent hours, making sure the mulch and fertilizer were perfect for producing large blooms. Now it's my turn to nurture the rose bed.
I feel a bond with the past as I turn over the rich black soil. It's as if I know my place in the world—I'm a link in the chain to my past.
My children and grandchildren love the rose garden. When they visit, we take time to examine each flower and admire the shape, color, and smell.
The families that live close keeps fresh roses from the garden in their homes all summer long, whether early or late in the season.
Who will care for the roses in the future? That's still up in the air, but it will happen the way it's supposed to happen. Another link will add itself to the chain.
In our family roses are a connection to the past, an expression of love, and a conduit to the future.
What outward extension of love do you have in your family that creates the generational chain?