The Rose

Rose gardens are so enchanting.  I love the delicious scent that whisks you off your feet as you walk by.  Growing up my grandma and grandpa had an elegant rose garden in front of their home.  Whenever we went there during the spring/summertime we would leave with a bouquet of roses from different hues of the rainbow.  I loved them.
In the house that I lived in had a rose bush with gorgeous fire and ice roses that were breathtaking.  They were the second best thing about the house the first were the good roommates that I had.  I loved coming home and seeing the roses in bloom.  Walking up the steps onto the porch was like walking into an enchanted garden.  A visual awareness of the awesome wonders of the earth created just for us.
In June I went rollerblading and was noticing all of the beautiful flowers especially the roses.  My grandma's and grandpa's birthday are during that month so I was thinking of them as well as trying to remember how to skate its been awhile.  One of our friends in our ward recently moved into a house.  As I rolled by I noticed a beautiful bush of yellow roses and yes I stopped to smell them.  They were delicious.  In my head I said I should go and ask them if I can have one to put in our home but I thought I better continue my ride before it gets to dark.  The next day our dear neighbor brought over two of the roses that I was admiring.  It was a little tender mercy.  I was so grateful that she brought me those roses it was so sweet and was a highlight from my week.  Thank you, Thank you.