This rose came up in my garden. It is no ordinary rose.  It flew in from Kenya, amongst thousands, and then was wrapped up in cellophane and labelled, stored, transported and finally put out on a supermarket shelf.  It waited for a long time, and then it was on its ‘use by date’.  It was in a bunch with a reduced price tag.  I bought it because I love yellow roses.  After a few days, when all the other stems were dried and wilted, one stem stayed green and even grew tiny roots.

Thinking that this could do no harm, I stuck it in a pot.  It stayed there for a year, offering only a tiny green leaf.  This year, I was amazed to have this offering- a pink and yellow rose.  Surely a gift of love, all the way from Kenya.