The roses are in bloom again after their short, three month hibernation. They will always remind me of the Mister’s grandmother, Fern, who loved and collected roses. Every time she would visit us she would stroll in our overgrown patch of roses, many of them decades old and no longer available through commercial growers. We got rid of over half of them last year, about a year after she died. I should count how many we have left.
I learned to float roses in water from my mother in-law, a trick that came in handy this week when the boys thoughtfully picked roses for me by grabbing the giants blooms with their fists. Yikes. I gave them my yearly lecture on how to cut roses, but I have a feeling I will be making the same lecture again next year…possibly next week. Luckily I knew just what to do with one of them. It went into grandma Fern’s bowl. I use it for good luck when I bake or to float roses. I think she would have approved of either use.