It is finally summer. My one small rose bush, that several years ago I thought had been killed by the winter, has come back year by year and is now covered with blossoms and flowers. I don’t know how it became a symbol of hope to me, but it did.
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June 7, 2024
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It is finally summer. My one small rose bush, that several years ago I thought had been killed by the winter, has come back year by year and is now covered with blossoms and flowers. I don’t know how it became a symbol of hope to me, but it did.