The Rosebush

About five years ago Robert and I were yard saling and went to an old house on Crain hyw that was being razed to make condos.  We found some of the neatest things (most now live with Sheila) and as we were leaving I saw a rose bush and wondered out loud what would happen to it.  we went home and unloaded all our things then rob had to go back and get an enamel topped cabinet. 30 minutes later he was back with te cabinet and the rose bush!

For all the years we lived in the brown cabin it would bloom beautifully. I loved how it would bloom so late into the year when it seemed like it should be already dead. It would start out hot pink and fade the the prettiest pale color.  Everytime it bloomed it reminded me about how he went out of his way and talked to the owners (you know how he loves to talk) for me. 

Well when we moved I was a little sad to leave it, but mark didn't really care about it so Robert would cut them and bring them to me. 

A few months ago we were walking from the martins to our rv when I noticed that the new tenents had ripped it up and thrown it into the woods. I knew it wasn't really ours anymore but it made me so sad. When I told Robert about it after work he went and got it and put it in a bucket of water.  A few days later I took it to Sheila's and asked her to plant it. I assumed that it had died (it was hacked up pretty badly) and forgot about it. 

Then today she showed me this!!!

Sheila, you can tell the story from here:)