A Dad’s Love, June Roses, & Life

June roses, wild & free, resilient, beautiful, with their delicate sweet fragrance, always take me back home, to the hills where I was raised and to memories of my father's strong, scarred, hard-working hands, presenting a freshly-picked bundle from the bushes in our pasture, where they faithfully bloomed every year, in time for my birthday.

So much of this memory parallels life…