One perfect yellow rose stands tall in my garden today. A final farewell to summer, a look back at the beauty that graced our lives, courtesy of loving hands and sunshine and a little water. Thorns included, she waves her delicate fingers at all that pass her by, a simple joy shining brightly. Makes you wonder if it's true that nice people grow roses.....or if growing roses makes people nicer? At the end of a difficult stretch of days, a tiny piece of joy to remind me to look amongst the thorns in my life for the roses growing there!