Lisabetta

My love for roses started with my Grandmother's roses.
They were not the best varieties or sometimes not even well cared for.
As a child she would let the big beautiful heads droop and dry on the stem just so I could deadhead them for her.
Simple Childhood pleasures.
Not the ripping the heads from every bush, but the time spent with  Grandmother in her little garden.

The one on one attention and care that I was blessed with.
I like to think she planted more than just flowers.

Roses are the most beautiful plant in the world.

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