All roses have names and I call this one the “Charla” rose. The bush is right outside the kitchen door. Back before mom broke her hip she used to go outside and rip them (thorns and all) with her bare hands and bring them inside because she liked them so much. Jim used to put signs over the bush “Don’t pick the roses” but she thought that the signs were intended for other people– not her. Since she can no longer pick them, the Charla rose bush hasn’t been doing so great– no healthy blooms this summer. Now as fall comes Jim noticed one this morning. This one’s for you mom!
