In one section of the Small Gardens, there are quite a few rose bushes. Even though the arbors have gone the wayside due to hurricanes, the roses have made a comeback and are doing well. One, which was Grandmother's Rose, has outdone itself with blooms. Granddad rooted this rose for me many years ago and he was the one that dubbed it "Grandmother's Rose". The name stuck and I will never think of it as anything but. Grandmother always loved her flowers but never worked in the gardens. Her "work" consisted of taking her little snips, cotton gloves and flower basket out to clip a few blooms to bring indoors. Still, they were Grandmother's gardens. When I stepped outside today, I was tickled to see so many blooms on the bush. I tried counting but somehow got lost after a hundred! Grandmother's Rose!
There is something very endearing about that rose bush this year. Right smack dab in the middle of the bush is a bird nest with several baby cardinals in it. Mama Cardinal is mighty tolerant of me wandering about the gardens as I work. Sometimes, I am only inches away from her nest but she never makes a fuss. While it is not unusual to have a cardinal nesting in the Small Gardens, I find it heartwarming to know she chose this particular rose bush. Northern Cardinals were Grandmother's favorite bird. How appropriate that Mama Cardinal chose Grandmother's Rose as her home! Maybe it was just meant to be,
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