Part 1: When we moved into our current home, we inherited a yard that had 17 separate flowerbeds.
Out of desire and necessity, Brenda (my beloved) became an avid gardener overnight.
The gardens included many old rose bushes and Brenda became smitten with roses. Because the previous owner had neglected them, she quickly became a rose nurse, reviving a number of struggling rose bushes.
One such rose bush stood along the stone walk that led to our front door. Brenda’s care kept it from dying though it never produced a single rose bloom for our first four summers here.…[Continue Reading]