Our departed mother loved roses. These roses lasted a long time and became picturesque as she did. She would say truly, “Ah come on.” She had her run for the roses for sure. I took this pic right out in front from the flower box on a cold winter morning. These roses came from the spray that was chosen for mother. Certainly, they were more beautiful then. It just goes to show how life changes in everything. We’ll love red roses forever!