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.
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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?
This was such a lovely post. I loved your thoughts on the caring for the roses as a link with your present and past. You always write so beautifully.
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