Granny’s rose.

These tiny blooms are from grafts of my great grandmother’s rose. The plant is in a protected spot in my sister’s garden in Chesapeake, Virginia, and the bush was covered in blooms on Thanksgiving day. The flowers are small but fragrant, with buds no bigger than my fingernail. In full bloom the flowers are only about as big as a U.S. quarter. 

The ancestor of this heirloom rose was in Granny’s yard near Pleasant Grove, Alabama. I just spent a fruitless hour on Google Earth trying to find the location of the old house, but the technology and my memory let me down. I’m glad there is a living connection I can still make my way to. 

Granny’s rose.

These tiny blooms are from grafts of my great grandmother’s rose. The plant is in a protected spot in my sister’s garden in Chesapeake, Virginia, and the bush was covered in blooms on Thanksgiving day. The flowers are small but fragrant, with buds no bigger than my fingernail. In full bloom the flowers are only about as big as a U.S. quarter. 

The ancestor of this heirloom rose was in Granny’s yard near Pleasant Grove, Alabama. I just spent a fruitless hour on Google Earth trying to find the location of the old house, but the technology and my memory let me down. I’m glad there is a living connection I can still make my way to.