I love roses...they remind me of my dad. In our family growing up, special occasions were not celebrated with cut flowers...Dad would usually bring home a rose bush for my Mom. He would say that cut flowers, although beautiful only last a few days, whereas a rose bush lasts for years. We moved alot in those early years of my childhood, but I always remember there being rose bushes around.
The first plants I added to this yard when we moved in almost 6 yrs ago were several rose bushes. This red one was planted the same year I welcomed my Youngest into the family. They have both grown so much.
Dad only gave me one cut rose in my whole life and that was a beautiful red one on my 13th birthday. He passed away from cancer 2 yrs later. I remember that rose and my joy at receiving that rose to this day...some 23 yrs. later. 
The first blooms of the year are gone now, but I will enjoy several more shows this year, just from these 5 rose bushes, because like Dad I believe cut roses are nice, but a rose bush has so much more love invested in it. Thank you Dad.
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