Grandma's Roses

I wrote earlier about one of my favorite memories being my grandma's flower gardens. She had SO many! When she lived on her and my grandpa's farm, I remember what seemed like fields of iris. But when she lived in town, I remember her roses and peony's most of all. After her funeral today, I asked one of my aunts if it would be ok to take one of her roses. Thankfully, she was all for it, so I found one that seemed to be saying 'take me' and now it sits in a jar on my table. Pretty soon, it will obviously wilt and die but for today, I am enjoying the memory of a beautiful life that touched so many... what a legacy she left behind. I hope you enjoy the photo of my grandma's rose.