We are joining the da LLB-Crew, for Nature Friday
My Daddy’s grandpappy spent the final two years of World War I in a trench in France. The mustard gas, which would end his life 32 years later, at the age of 51, was a constant worry.
When told the men who were lined up with him that once he got home, he only wanted to do one thing: Grow roses.
When he finally came home to the small town of Middleboro Ma, he married his girlfriend, bought a house, and planted a rose bush, that he pruned and fussed over for three decades.
His daughter took a cutting, married, moved to Taunton, MA, and kept the roses growing. His son, my Dad’s Dad, did too.
When Daddy’s cousin married and moved to the northern part of MA, she took a cutling; when Daddy moved into this home, she gave Daddy a cutling.
This is the 100-year-rose bush today, still growing strong, a long way from the trenches in France.