About a year and a half ago I ordered a rose bush from a catalog.... a Zephririne Drouhn rose, a climber, for our pergola over the patio. Catalog places usually mail the plant when it's time to put them in the ground, so last year, the end of February, my rose came in the mail. It was right after the time I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
Galen dug the hole and we planted the rose. I said to him, this is my cancer rose. We will watch it grow and survive.....ah, unless it dies, which we don't want to think about, and we snickered and said, no it's going to live and grow to be beautiful.)
One year later ~
the rose has grown almost four feet tall, and, yes, it has survived. Yesterday it bloomed. What a beautiful pink bloom and so fragrant. I can't wait until it covers the pergola.
I know this is a silly story, but it's just something that came about on it's own. Some things are meant to happen that way, I think. I believe in small miracles and this, to me, is kind of a small miracle.
Yay! It survived and I survived the first year.
