On the west end of their house, he built a large trellis. Within just a short time, the trellis was covered with a beautiful rose. Each year the rose bush would bloom profusely and he would announce that "Grandmother's rose is blooming!" This rose is an antique rose known as "New Dawn" It has nice size roses that appeared almost white. On closer inspection, the rose proved to be a gorgeous pink! Grandmother would don her gloves, pick up her basket and snips to pick a large bouquet. Usually, Granddaddy would tote the basket for her. Sometime he would cut the roses to keep her from being stabbed by the thorns. And, always, he would tell her how lovely "her" rose was doing! She would smile sweetly at him and say "Thank you, Mr. Joe." (I never figured out just why she would call him "Brother Joe" but when she did, you could just feel the love flowing through those words.
Today, the fairy-tale love..in the form of the New Dawn rose..continues to grow in my garden. Most of my other rose bushes have died. This one, however, flourishes! Since my rose grows from a cutting of "Grandmother's Rose", do you suppose the love grows through it? Can such a thing be handed down from generation to generation? I like to think so! I like to think that my grandparent's love surges through the stalks of the rose even today! Now that is a nice happy thought for today!
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