I love yellow roses, in particular this one bushel in my back yard. Sitting in the middle of the garden, looking at everything around it. It is the first bushel of roses you see when walking in the house. The first to stand tall and filled with beautiful yellow buds at the first sign of spring.
For the past seventeen years it has graced us with gorgeous long stem roses. It is uncanny how each year almost to the date, Easter, my birthday and Mother’s day it always gives flowers. The first of all the bushels to blooms. They say plants have a soul and the more you talk to them the more they listen and respond. I truly believe it is the case with all my flowers and plants.
I am not a green thumb for any stretch of the imagination. Actually my motto is ” If you cannot handle the heat of summer, you do not belong on my garden”.
Planted seventeen years ago and since then has given me flowers every year on the year. Each year my heart is filled with emotions of happiness and sadness.
Happiness for the new births, new beginnings here again. The circle of life has come to full circle with a new year.
Sadness, of what it could have been and never will be. Seventeen years ago this yellow rose bush was planted in the memory of our daughter, Francesca. Seventeen years ago my life, our life, stopped. My heart died.
Happiness slowly has replaced the depth of sadness and emptiness. Thru all the pain, something wonderful was bestowed upon me. Love, strength, courage, and ultimately motherhood and happiness too.
Each rose, each petal is a kiss of love that will for ever brighten my heart. With each year, with each ups and downs, with change all around me, it is reassuring to know of a constant. With each bloom I love you to the moon and back.