Mom

Entering the prayer garden Thursday eve...the rose garden is the first glimpse of what's ahead. Back in June, even the first part of July, it didn't look like these poor things would survive the transplanting. Every time I visited I cut off more and more dead till there was just nubs & a few twigs, but since then the roses have bloomed several times! Even the shrub roses (the ones with the real small flowers) have had two distinct blooming seasons.
This is a brand new part of the garden ... The three spikes are climbing roses just begun this summer. For some reason, more than any other part of the garden, this area reminds me of Mom, who loved roses. These are big, full blooming, traditional scented roses -- very sweet, but also tones of wood & earth. Any every time I see another bloom, I wish Mom could see it, too. And then I laugh at me ... the roses she's smelling in heaven are far more incredible than anything that can be grown on earth!

Mom...this one's for you...