Memories of Roses

*the rose-scented lotions the Avon lady used to sample out our home
*Mama's rose bush blooming by the well shelter
*single long stemmed roses John would give me. I'd sit them in my window sill.
*the dainty flower-shaped soaps folks love to give little girls for Christmas.
*the roses in the wreaths on my grandma's grave
*the roses that capture me at the grocery store, wanting me to buy them
*the roses in the bouquets I got when Libby was born
*my cheap rose bush, planted in the box, that blooms its heart out every year
(pictured above)
Like they say: stop to smell the roses