My Daddy's Roses

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.