the yellow rose…

Oh yes, the yellow rose.

Mister Lincoln, Bing Crosby, Nancy Reagan, along with Double Delight, Raspberry Swirl, and Peace were just a few of their names.  There were so many others.  Every spring, new family members, always looking bare and homeless, would arrive.  But in no time, after care and support from my parents, the new additions would be as beautiful as all the others.

The rose garden produced many gifts over the years.  My dad loved giving roses to everyone; family, friends and strangers.  I was spoiled with roses while living on the farm, and after I moved to Arizona yellow roses would always be waiting for my return visits.  Yellow would aways bring to mind feelings of warmth and happiness.  Over time, without even realizing it, yellow roses became a symbol of love between my father and me. No words were ever needed.

One day I looked up the meaning of the yellow rose.  No surprise.  “One of the things that make the yellow rose so special is that it indicates a true friend and a true friend is a rare and wonderful gift.  There is perhaps no other flower that’s able to bring out a smile quite the way a yellow rose can.  Joy, gladness, friendship and ‘I care‘ are several words that routinely describe the yellow rose.”

So there’s also no surprise that the only rose in my Arizona backyard is a yellow one.  And after all these years, it continues to flourish and produce the most beautiful roses.

So turning the tables, guess what showed up on the farm along with lemons from the backyard?

No words needed.