Although the forecast says we may get some clouds and rain today, for at least right now it is a gorgeous day outside. The fact that I went outside a while ago and found that Kyrie had dug up one of my rosebushes and chewed on it didn't make me happy, because each one of my roses represents someone in my life who has or had cancer, and I have tried to choose the colors based on each persons personality. This was Nellie's rose, a fiery Puerto Rican friend who lived across from us in Sicily. She was great fun, but fiercely protective of her family. We shared more than a couple of bottles of great Italian wine together. She was taken by breast cancer two years ago. The fact that for the last two years I have thought that Nellie's rose had not survived the winter/dogs/critters only to dig down and find new growth was only testament to her spirit.
The photo above is of Nellie and her husband Rick. They have big grins on their faces despite the fact that the task they were working on was cleaning their house out after we were flooded in 2005. Our area of housing was fortunate - we got less than three feet of water inside our homes and while we were all living upstairs for two days waiting for the water to go down, Nellie crawled out an upstairs window onto the carport roof and pretended to do the breast stroke.
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