When I was a little girl, it was the custom to wear a rose to church on Mother’s Day. A red one if your mother was living. A white one if she was deceased. Everyone’s roses were in bloom in May.

I was so blessed to know all my grandmothers and great-grandmothers.

The first rose in my garden bloomed today. White for all my grandmothers.

And Mother just received these beautiful red ones from Mary-Margaret.