|Photos by Grandma C|
My mother loved roses and had lots of them in her front yard.
Spending time with her in her rose garden was like going on an adventure into a wonderland of beauty.
One summer June bugs invaded her garden and we spent time every evening hunting and removing the critters that were eating her flowers.
Every now and then she would sneak a nasty bug into my hand just so she could see me holler and throw it on the ground.I miss those days, so when I see a rose I think of her and all the love she gave to me and my sister.