A couple of years ago, my daughter planted roses in the front garden patch. During the winter, they looked like twigs and she thought they were dead. But she didn’t tell me she was thinking this.
She was happily surprised when the leaves started to unfurl and the buds began to bloom.
Love the welcome home!
Until I get snagged by a thorn. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve told myself. I’m going to remember to not walk so close to the roses next time.
Welcome Home Rose
