Grandma's roses

Mom and I went to the cemetery today, to decide what had to be written on the tombstone. There, we had a nice surprise. The rose bush we planted last spring and that had appeared dead wasn't dead after all! It meant the world to me: this was the rose bush I gave grandma, and she loved it. It florished 3, 4, 5 times each summer. So when I came back and discovered that it was looking very dead, I was heartbroken. I should have known, however... So we found it this way. The flowers seem to have suffered from the cold, they looked... congealed, in a way. Yet there they were, and a few dried one under the bush. Yippie!

In other news: I finally finished the article. And sent it! Yippie again!