I am no where near the gardener my Mom was. Oh, she tried to get me interested when I was a little girl but I just didn’t get the magic she felt when she planted a seed and watched it grow or the satisfaction she felt when she “worked in the yard.” In 1974 we planted a garden together because I was determined to learn about organic gardening. Mom had studied organic gardening for years. Our garden was successful but it didn’t make an “outdoors” person out of me! So, in Mom’s memory, I bought a yellow rose and a climbing rose a few weeks ago. I intended to plant them right away but they were so full of buds and the promise of blooms that I didn’t have the heart to subject them to my “green” thumb so I left them in the pots they came in. They are doing beautifully! I feel Mom rolling her eyes and heaving a heavy sigh! Really, Mom, I WILL plant them!