Intertwined with my Grandma memories are Grandma’s yellow roses. There by her front gate grew this old-fashioned shrub rose. Each year when June arrived, buds would appear on it and the sunshine of summer forced the yellow blossoms to burst into bloom.
As a little girl I’d watch Grandma joyfully clip yellow bouquets to bring into the house. Always this wonderful fragrance came along in with them. To this day a trace of this lovely rose scent still stays in my memory. When June rolls around, I always remember Grandma and her yellow roses.
By Doris Stensland – June 2014