How many times have you traveled
on the same road in your neighborhood?
Uncountable right?
When I first moved here; I found a short
cut to my house from the highway. And
to my pleasant surprise; there at the corner
stood an old farm house with a very old
woman with a slightly hunched back -
maybe about in her late eighties - gardening.
The entire front and sides of her land, which
I would guess is about 2 acres, were filled
row after row with rose bushes. So I dubbed
her, The Rose Lady. She had a little sign
in front of her house called The Rose Cottage.
Fast forward - right before she passed away;
I would see her on her lawn tractor - she had
to be now in her early nineties! I was amazed
by this woman. I would see her in the
supermarket and when my husband and I
went out to eat on Friday night - there she
was in the same restaurant!
Then one day there was a auction in her
back yard. I asked one of my quilter friends
(she goes to all of the auctions) and asked...
Oh she passed away. I was so sad.
Eventually, the house went up for sale.
They rebuilt the huge barn and the roses
sadly went neglected. I can tell that no one
lives there - they just use the barn and I'm
thinking that eventually that they will make
that property some kind of business.
I passed the other day and to my horror....
As I drove on
I saw the crane and I almost cried! Another old
farmhouse being torn down! They pulled out her
little sign but look on the porch - the bench is
still here and there are curtains still in the window.
Now I know this sounds silly but I thought that
they would at lest take them down.
And then slowly riding up I saw them!
in full bloom! I rejoiced!
I never found out this woman's name. The road
is very busy and I never had a chance to take
a photo of her glorious gardens. There was
always someone in back of me and there's no
place to pull over. I'm so sorry that I never did.
So, here's some of my roses in honor and
memory of The Rose Lady.
Rest in Peace Rose Lady!
