Not long after my last post about the roses scent I love so much, I realized yesterday would have been my grandfather’s birthday. He passed away in 2002…but he is always with me. My father was military and we moved a lot, so the one constant in my life was my grandparent’s home in Wyckoff, NJ. We had a very special relationship, and spent many afternoons in his rose garden. He treated me with the same gentleness and care that he did his roses, and I think of him every time I see one. And I smile.