There is always time to stop and smell the roses 🌷 My grandfather always had a massive rose garden. As a kids I have fond memories of picking roses and watching my grandfather tend to his what seemed like millions rose bushes. My father continued on the same tradition. He had a green thumb for roses and he loved those bushes. He had a good rose garden of probably 20-30 rose bushes. He used to always pick roses for my mom and bring them inside for her to enjoy. Now we continue his legacy by picking roses and taking them to his grave. I know he was looking down on us this morning as my daughter was playing with his roses. I’m sure he was probably worrying about her making a mess with the petals and making sure she didn’t prick herself with the thorns. But I just let her play and let her Grandpa guide her through the rose garden.