By Lisa Batten Kunkleman Does your dog take time to smell the roses? Ours do. And the new hydrangea. Like typical work foremen, they watch our every move making sure we spread grass seed just so. They crouch among the budding flowers, guarding them from all the scavenging deer that even eat thorny rose bushes. Neither […]
Feisty little rose, born to be a miniature, this rose became a climber. It belonged to my grandmother, Ruth. She nurtured this rose and since she’s gone, we call it “Mother.” Now my mother continues that nurture. The rose continues to grow.