After the children had left for school this morning, I went outside with a pair of scissors and cut some beautiful orange roses from a rose bush planted in a pot just outside my front door. As I chose each rose, I thought of my dad. I could see him in my minds eye. I could hear his big booming voice and I could feel his love for me. As I cut each stem, I said thank you dad for my beautiful flowers today. Some years ago, my dad, now 90 years old, bought me a rose bush and everytime I pick flowers for my home, I think of him.
A rose bush.....such a wonderful gift.
