Decades
ago, I bought a little vase for my grandmother. She LOVED roses and
grew them beautifully, caring for them as tenderly as ever she cared for
one of us. For years and years, there was simply never a time I
remember eating a meal without a bouquet of the most fragrant roses
adorning the table for the pleasure of anyone who dined there. Even
after she became ill - up to the time she just simply couldn't manage it
- she would post a single perfect bloom as the centerpiece for our gathering.
