Sharon;
Your memories, almost without fail, stir memories of my own. Got me a little misty thinking about the old rose bush that grew just below my bedroom window. It came from a cutting off my grandmother's rose. Dad said he remembered her planting the seed in a cup in the house and transplanting it into the yard before he was school aged. (He was born in 1920)
It's on my list of things to get a cutting from when I return to Mississippi next time.
dp
