Update!  In 1998, I married my highschool sweetheart, Tom. I moved my furniture from my "Treehouse" into the house he was renting in September, then we moved again in November. Not long after, Mom sold the house and along with it Daddy's garden. I miss that garden, but what a memory! I moved some plants from Mom's house to this one, so pieces of that garden live on here. Now have another garden to bring back to life. Someone who lived here once upon a time was a gardener. The first year we moved in there were signs of former flower beds overgrown with grass, and lots of flowering shrubs just waiting to burst into bloom with the coming spring. I ordered rosebushes for delivery in the early spring, but waited before doing too much digging. I had a feeling there were going to be some pleasant surprises lying dormant in those long-neglected beds, and I was right! Now, almost six years later, the garden has been transformed from a yard to a garden. A garden is never finished, and I still have dreams of more to come.

I almost forgot -- Daddy's roses -- he really grew them, that isn't just a figment of my imagination. That's what this is all about, isn't it?