Flower Memories

This week one of my co-workers brought these beauties in from her garden for me:

 

I have found myself remembering my mom's rose garden and how amazing the roses looked and smelled.  My mom's green thumb was not something I inherited unfortunately. The few times I have tired to grow something or keep something alive have failed.  Although, I believe this deepens my appreciation for home grown.

Funny, how things you never found significant before trigger memories.  This occurs more the older I get with flowers.  Case in point - The Daisy:

I miss you Grandma