Guess what bloomed just in time for little Berkeley Rose's arrival?
I love thinking that every summer my first roses will arrive just as her birthday does. Some people think the rose is a common, cliche flower. I love them. I treasure my 14 rose bushes. They seem to be the only green thing I can get to flourish.
I painstakingly prune them all summer, with scratches galore as proof. But all summer long my house smells of fresh roses. I can't wait to bring a vase full of them to the hospital with me.