Roses from Heaven

Many years ago, my late husband planted rose bushes in the yard of our home. 

Roses were his favorite flowers.  

When he died, almost six years ago, my daughter dug up the rose bushes before the house was sold. 

She planted them in her own garden.

For the last five years, the rose bushes grew and looked green but produced no flowers.

She called me recently to tell me some astounding news.  

The rose bushes all bloomed this spring and every one of the roses is pink, my very favorite color!

My late husband knew that.

My daughter is as thrilled as I am and gifted me with a bouquet of the pink beauties. 

She even added a couple of pink peonies that my late paternal grandmother loved so much.

I split the bouquet and put flowers into a tall green former olive oil bottle and some smaller ones in a tiny vase.

Of course, when I look at them, the roses make my eyes fill with tears, remembering my beloved husband, who, it seems, sent roses from heaven!