Pink
White
Red
Peach
Yellow
It seems like she had every color you could think of.
She took pride in her roses.
To the point I'd never set foot in that garden unless she asked me to.
So from a distance I would admire the beauty of her hard work.
Watching the bees move from blossom to blossom like it was a buffet of pollen and nectar.
Watching the birds swoop in and pluck a worm from the dark rich soil.
I close my eyes for a moment and smell the sweet musky perfume of those roses as they pass by floating on the warm breeze.
I lay on the cold concrete under the edge of grandpa's boat because it was the closest shade to the rose garden.
That was my perch, to admire the beauty of nature that my grandma worked so hard to create.
Back then I had no idea what a worry was.
I hope this memory is one i never forget.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 3:32 PM UTC
Pink
White
Red
Peach
Yellow
It seems like she had every color you could think of.
She took pride in her roses.
To the point I'd never set foot in that garden unless she asked me to.
So from a distance I would admire the beauty of her hard work.
Watching the bees move from blossom to blossom like it was a buffet of pollen and nectar.
Watching the birds swoop in and pluck a worm from the dark rich soil.
I close my eyes for a moment and smell the sweet musky perfume of those roses as they pass by floating on the warm breeze.
I lay on the cold concrete under the edge of grandpa's boat because it was the closest shade to the rose garden.
That was my perch, to admire the beauty of nature that my grandma worked so hard to create.
Back then I had no idea what a worry was.
I hope this memory is one i never forget.
I learned my lesson about messing around in grandma's yard when I got the switch for climbing in her plum tree.
