rose

Last year, after my mother died, just before the house was sold, I took a rose from her garden.
Always a keen and gifted gardener she would gently chide me for my complete lack of 'green fingers'.
Even a pot plant wasn't safe with me.

Still, I wanted the rose.


So we dug it out of the well-nourished soil and put it in the cold clay of our garden.
It went very limp and looked sad (just like me!)
And then it bloomed.
And this year it bloomed again.