“Hi, I’m Jenn, and I’m a plant addict…I have been for several months now…” Actually, there’s a little story behind the reason why I picked up these purple beauties this afternoon.
Last summer, my boys’ great-gramma went to meet her maker. Earlier that year, I had seen purple mini roses like the ones above, but hadn’t the cash with me to get them. Purple happened to be great-gramma’s color. A few weeks later, I decided to get some yellow ones, because I couldn’t find purple ones again.
Not too long after I had gotten my roses, my boys’ great-gramma fell ill with that evil C-word and passed a few months later. When she passed, her ashes were used in one of those green urns that will grow into a tree. Their aunt planted the urn in a little spot in her yard to be dedicated as a memorial garden for her.
I nursed and loved those yellow roses all summer long, always chiding myself that I didn’t get the purple ones when I could. Nonetheless, at the beginning of fall, my yellow roses were dedicated to the memorial garden. I vowed to do the same this year, with purple, should I have the chance. Today, I had that chance and brought home some purple roses to nurture all summer long, until they join their yellow sisters in their forever home.