|The rose, the queen of the garden. My neighbor loves her roses. She nurtures them each year, and snips the spent blossoms, one by one from her beautiful bush in order for there to be another glorious, full, blooming.|
The sadness, the thorns, in all this is that my neighbor has become increasingly overcome by Alzheimer's. She no longer tends to her beauties and I am afraid that this year's garden she will not get to cherish as she is used to doing. I wanted to remember her flowers for her and share them with others who might want a bit of wild beauty in their day. So friends, here's your bouquet of delicious abandon. From one woman's quiet, heartfelt delight of The Rose.