“Are you modern rose or are you old garden rose“?, I asked of her majesty, the breathtaking beauty blooming along the busy Minnesota State Highway #7 roadway near my RedBarn homestead. ( Roses have a fascinating history; the modern period for roses being 1867 until the present. ) She wasn’t saying much. Standing next to her was heavenly with her soft peach, scented blooms swaying in the breeze.
People do countless little things for each other in their homes and communities each day. What can I say to the person who dug the hole, planted and tended this grand old garden rose, at the top of the lake bank. . . . for all of us to gaze upon?
‘Thank you’ seems like the right word!