Mama and Roses

My Mother's Day post...a little early

Not much to post about these days. Well, the roses are blooming, that's something, and Sunday is Mother's Day, that's big. 

Have I ever mentioned that my Mother's name was Jewel?  Yes, and she truly was a jewel. 
Mama loved roses. Once upon a time, back in the early 1990's, before mama gave up her little home and moved in with my sister...

we went shopping for rose bushes, mama and me. My plan was to dig up a bed in her back yard and make her a rose garden. A beautiful rose garden. Well, all I accomplished that day was to make more work for mama in the coming days. 

My digging, chopping, and planting would have made a good teaching video on "How not to build a rose garden".  Anyhow, that was long ago and my intentions were good...that poorly built rose garden has long since been bulldozed over.

Oh Willie, the pink roses, pink wheelbarrow, and little Weetie in that first picture reminded me of you. Hope you like it.

This is a skimpy little rose but hangs heavy with blooms.

I do believe pink roses are my favorite. Mama loved yellow roses.  Wonder why I've never bought a yellow rose? That will be my next purchase!

maybe these knock-out roses are country roses, you know kinda like The Town Mouse and The Country Mouse. :)

move the camera a little to the left...

and there's a country cat drinking water.

and this poor struggling white rose surrounded by weeds has a few pretty blooms. The little yellow flowers are called Golden Star and grow wild here. 

Mama was always saying the funniest things...

When we first bought this piece of property, we would come out on weekends and work; clearing trees and honeysuckle vines, etc. One Sunday we were coming out to burn a pile of brush, which bothered mama. She said to me...

"Melba, I'd be ashamed to go out there and burn brush on Sunday. You know that's how the man got put in the moon; burning brush on Sunday".

Happy Mother's Day!

Love,
Henny