My father has been a rose-grower since I was a small child. All our pictures were taken in our rose garden located along the side of the house where I grew up. These past few years, Daddy has gardened the neutral ground across the street from his home. There is a long stretch where he has installed crape myrtles, zinnias in the hot summertime, impatiens and other low-growing seasonal blossoms all beneath his gorgeous roses. I picked this bouquet of antique roses, the old-fashioned fragrant varieties. We just celebrated his 87th birthday. Gardening and his volunteering and bridge group have kept a spring in his step. He is an inspiration to us all.
