FIRST BLOOM

In my dad's garden one would find many kinds of roses.

My mother loved to paint roses.

They instilled in me a love of roses.
It's my favorite flower.

My home is full of roses. By that, I mean on bedspreads, curtains,
rugs, wallpaper borders, pillows, dishes, flower arrangements,etc.

And if my husband doesn't forget, he gives me roses on special
occassions.
Did I mention that it's my favorite flower?

I love them in the form of buds knowing it won't be long until they are
about to open in full bloom.

I love the smell of roses, even when they are faded and about to fall off
their stem.
I collect the faded flower that drops and comes apart in my
hand from my own rose bushes and make popourri.
My sister jokingly teases me and tells me that I should request that
my ashes be mixed in said popourri and the family could make
small gift bags with it and give them away at my funeral.
Ha ha I reply, knowing she is making fun of my obsession with roses.

God really outdid Himself when he created the rose.
It must be His favorite flower also.
I like to think so anyway.

Christine