Friday, September 28, 2007


Roses do not normally bloom this time of year in Kansas.
There is a large, old rose bush outside our front door. The thought of cutting it down crossed my mind this summer since the limbs seem scattered and brown. Resisting the urge, pruning instead, it lay dormant for a period of time.
About two weeks ago blooms began to appear.
Monday- after Ryan arrived at our house to be with his bride of nine months for the birth of his son- a shoot about four feet tall produced the most perfect pink rose I have yet to see. It is slowly unfolding.
It has a perfect stem to be cut.
Below it there are a half dozen roses ready to explode- but they seem to be waiting.
Both my dad and Scott's dad were gardeners. I have no doubt that God has permitted them to be a part of their great grand son's life by providing their grand daughter with a perfect rose for her delivery room and a set of roses for her return to their temporary home- our house.


Anonymous said...

::Sniff:: That's beautiful Janette. I can't wait to hear your good news and see a picture of Nicholas.

Renee in Garmisch Germany said...

Stories like this give me goosebumps. Can't wait to see pics of your grandon and the roses as well?

Michelle said...

Congratulations to all on the new baby. What a blessing!

Isn't it beautiful how God still allows for our loved ones to be a part of our lives even when they're not physically here with us.....