Roses. My husband grows me roses. To date, I have around 46 plants and 38 different varieties. If I so much as mention a color I don't have, I usually have it by the end of the week. I have them in giant pots and planted in the ground. I have red ones and purple ones and some that are two colors. I have yellow ones and red ones and pink ones. I have climbers, and mini's, and peace roses, and two-tone roses, and some that change color every day.
He prunes them, trims them, feeds them, weeds them, and takes pictures of them to text to me and post to the internet. He invites me out to look at them, holds my hand while I love them, and watches me smile. He has done this for six years. Sometimes, he even bleeds over them. Literally.
They surround my house. No matter what window we look out of, from May to October, there's beautiful color for me to enjoy.
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