We were outside last week in shorts and t-shirts when the kids noticed a rose blooming at the very top (over 6 ft tall) of our rose bush. That one lone rose was begging to be cut and enjoyed on our dinner table. I thought it was funny that we had a rose next to a Christmas candle. (Recognize the vase, Betsy? 18 years, over 8 moves, and it's still in one piece!) So here it is...the last rose of the year. It's cold now and we'll have to wait until spring to have more roses on the table.
Now...let's all hum along with Susan Ashton..."a rose by any name is still a rose."
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