I have such good memories of roses in my life.
The beautiful ones my great-grandmother grew in her front yard are probably my first memories of roses. People who walked by on the sidewalk would comment on how pretty they were and it makes me smile to think of the joy they brought to strangers going about their day.
The beauty of each perfect bloom is nature at its finest. Oh, and their fragrance! How wonderful it is to lean in close and take a whiff of that wonderful smell.
Romance, love, beauty, happiness... A rose means all these things and so much more.
Which flower holds the most memories for you?