Since before my youngest son could talk, he has insisted on flowers for Mom every Mother’s Day. The first time he had gone to the grocery store with Dad and he saw all the flowers on display. I am not sure if he realized what they were for, but he kept pointing and insisting “for Mommy”. He picked a beautiful plant that had little purple flowers. When he was a little older, he picked a miniature rose. He had watched me take care of the different variety of roses that we had planted around the property. We planted the miniature rose beside the front door so we could see it every time we came in or out of the house.
Miniature rose on the left was early summer, on the right is today.
After that he would get me either cut roses or daisies most of the time. Once he got me bright yellow tulips. We tried planting them outside, but they never came up. One year we had a blizzard and ice storm kind of winter. My rose did not come back up that year. I was a little sad but didn’t say anything about it. Then came Mother’s Day and I had a new miniature rose. It blooms every summer, but this year it just bloomed a second time. It’s been such a gloomy year with the pandemic and everything that followed. I went out to do yard work with my husband getting things ready for winter and saw this bright red beauty soaking up the sun. Made my day a little more joyful.