I love to get roses. I love roses in all their many colors and in all their many scents. Though truth be told, I love the red rose of passion, the pink rose of romantic love, the white rose of pure love and the yellow rose of tender friendship. I love them in all their finery and all their splendor. I really love them when my husband brings them to me. Lately, he does not bring me gifts of rose bouquets – instead, they were rose bushes. Rather than a dozen roses that will wilt and fade in just a … Continue reading →