The previous owner of our house lived here for 35 years, give or take a few. A woman named Maria raised her kids and then her grandkids in this house. She loved her garden and she loved these roses.
This rosebush was the one thing her children wanted to take with them but didn't. Maybe they weren't able to, I don't know.
But as I look outside, through the curtains of rain and under a sullen grey sky, those roses are singing.