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Red Roses

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Red Roses

 
     I like roses. I think I have liked them since my childhood.
     My memories of roses goes back to my teen years. It was during those years, I became a small business entrepreneur. I mowed neighbor yards every two weeks. I serviced between twelve and fourteen yards all within walking distance from my home in old Louisville. I brought home close to fifteen dollars every two weeks! Big money in that time.
      One of the yards I mowed stands out in my recollection. The home owner was a neighbor who lived across the street from my home. Mrs Seitz was a kindly lady who paid me two dollars to mow her tiny yard, rake the grass and sweep her walks. But I recall most the rose garden in her back yard. She took care of her beautiful roses. My only duty was to enjoy the rose beauty. And in those days, the roses had the most amazing fragrance. But watch out for the big thorns!
     Yesterday, my wife and I planned a visit to my aunt "BG" at a Louisville hospital. My aunt had major surgery last Friday. This surgery will take some time to recover from. I told my wife I was planning to stop and purchase some cut flowers to take to my aunt. We stopped at the Kroger flower department in Middletown and surveyed the landscape at this florist department. They had an excellent selection. But, I quickly determined that my choice would be the beautiful, red roses. We placed our order and a few minutes later, our vase with red roses and baby's breath was ready for our inspection. We paid the clerk and soon were on our way.
     We took the roses to my aunt's hospital room. She seemed to enjoy our visit and---the roses. The flowers were fresh and colorful. Perfectly formed buds not quite open but with a promise of more beauty to come. I noted that there were no thorns. The thorns had all been removed before sale. But something else was missing. The fragrance. There was essentially none. ZERO!
     I'm sure roses have been refined over the years. The stems are long and straight. The blossoms are equal in size and color. They present very well. But the fragrance of Mrs Seitz[s red roses from my childhood are no longer present. I miss that smell. 
     My conclusion is this. New is not always better. Some older things are still of value. The age may be an asset and not a liability. If it still works, then continue to enjoy it. Roses, people. The same can be said for both. 
     Now, if we could just find Mrs. Seitz's roses once more. I think my aunt would have really liked that wonderful fragrance.

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