We bought our house in January, when roses are not blooming. Basically, we had thorny sticks in the "flower bed" when we moved in. And the Doctor and I had a conversation that went something like this:
Her: "Mama, wouldn't it be great if one of those bushes had pink roses for you and Sarah, one had yellow for Mary, and one had purple for me?"
Me: "That would be wonderful, but, doll baby, lavender is the closest to 'purple' in roses, and they are fairly uncommon. Don't get your hopes up." (I had never seen lavender roses on the bush, just infrequently in stores.)
Her: "Maybe one will be red, then."
Me: "Maybe so."
Well, wouldn't you know it?! When the bushes started blooming, there are at least two pink with creamy centers (one light pink, one dark), one yellow and one LAVENDER! At least two of the bushes have yet to bloom, so we'll see what they are (maybe soon!) I cannot believe the gift God gave my girl. She wanted lavender roses, and God gave her lavender roses. And this morning she said to me, "I like these better than red."
Today, I cut the six roses that were in their "final days" and brought them inside. Normally, I would leave them outside, but I thought we needed a "pick up" after all the party planning, cooking, and cleaning that went on before and after the party. The girls love "their" roses, quickly claiming their favorite colors. They are a spot of beauty, I must admit.
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