In the summer, you will often find this on my kitchen table:
Growing roses is a family tradition on my side that my husband picked up as a hobby. It makes me smile to see and smell them every day. It makes him happy to be able to bring in beautiful bouquet for me. The small pink roses in that bouquet are from a couple bushes called “Simplicity.” They are transplants from my grandparent’s garden.
My dad’s parents were very good at raising roses. Their last home had over 200 rose bushes. In the summer, you could spend a couple hours browsing through them, noticing all the scents and colors. It was a lovely place that I miss. Why didn’t I take photos before Grandma moved? Grandma moved in with my parents soon after Liz was born nearly 8 years ago. They kept maybe a dozen roses at that location. Their new house, though, doesn’t have any.
“Touch of Class” was one of my grandfather’s favorites. We do not have the bush from their yard, but purchased one of our own after we put the addition onto our home. It is a bit easier to care for and rewards you with beautiful, fragrant blooms like this:
My husband proposed to me, under grandma and grandpa’s climing rose arbor in the moonlight nearly 12 years ago. Perhaps that is why he works so hard to keep the traditional alive. It is a fair bit of work to keep roses disease and bug free. I’m sure he questions if it is worth it or not. Thank you dear for all the beautiful flowers you put in our home!