I stopped to photograph this tiny little rose-bush yesterday. The miniature plant is at the end of our front porch. Mad & Erin, our older set of kids, gave it to me for Mother’s Day when we lived in Joplin, MO. I planted it immediately, but when I found out we were going to sell our house, I dug it up and placed it in a pot. It moved with us to Oklahoma. It was forgotten in the pot. It survived a pretty harsh winter outside. Unbelievable. So that first spring here, I place it in the ground. If you had seen it, you may have tossed it. But I thought it deserved a chance, again, given it’s winter survival. I noticed this spring, it had been over come by other flowers. Frail. I should give up on it.
my head said My heart wouldn’t let me. It was a gift from my kids. And so it sits in the front yard at the end of the porch now. Right in view by the chairs where hubby & I sit and sip our summer beverages. Scrawny & still frail. But this rose is a fighter. I’m learning that Roses are. I will keep giving it nourishment. Cause every once in a while, it does something silly, like give me hope.
Have a wonderful weekend, people. Remember to be kind to each other. You just never know what the other person might be dealing with today ♥ And please keep sending little Rosalie positive thoughts & prayers….she is still fighting for her life ~ Rosalie’s Update Page ♥