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The Colors of Life<br />
By: Dianne Hahn / Back in the Days<br />
love flowers, but I’ve never been much of a<br />
I gardener.<br />
When they handed out green thumbs, someone<br />
else must have gotten mine. Hubby, who was never big on mowing the<br />
lawn, did have a rose garden in just about every<br />
house we lived in.<br />
One year, he decided to have all white roses in<br />
his garden. They were incredibly beautiful when<br />
they bloomed.<br />
The whole family enjoyed them, even the kids.<br />
At 4, 6, and 8 years of age, our little troop of<br />
gardeners often hung out with their dad when he<br />
puttered in his rose garden.<br />
“Here, take these to mom,” he’d say, as he<br />
carefully chose three exceptionally beautiful white roses, ready to be<br />
picked and enjoyed in the house. Three ragamuffins, with dirt smeared<br />
on their faces and hands, would tramp through the family room into<br />
the kitchen and proudly present me with the flowers.<br />
One day the ragamuffins charged into the house empty handed, but<br />
very excited. “Mon, “cried Dina, “You have to come and see Dad’s roses!<br />
There’s a black rose on one of the white rose bushes!”<br />
I stopped peeling the dinner potatoes. “Really?” “Yeah! Come and<br />
see!” Three little heads bobbed up and down with excitement.<br />
I rinsed my hands off and followed them out to the garden. Hubby<br />
was standing in front of a white rose bush, shaking his head in disbelief,<br />
staring at a gorgeous black rose in the middle of all the other white<br />
roses.<br />
My mouth dropped open in astonishment.<br />
“That’s amazing!” I exclaimed. “We have to take<br />
pictures and call the horticulture society. This is<br />
phenomenal.”<br />
Hubby looked up and began to grin. The kids<br />
started giggling, and jumping up and down.<br />
I squinted at everyone, then turned to Donnie.<br />
“You didn’t?”<br />
“I did,” he admitted, shaking a can of black<br />
spray paint hidden behind his back. “Isn’t it beautiful?” “Yes,” I smiled.<br />
“But I owe you one!”<br />
An hour later, his grin intact, he handed me a bouquet of white roses,<br />
the shiny black rose in the middle. “A peace offering,” he said.<br />
A former schoolteacher, Dianne Sebis Hahn writes for children too.<br />
Presently, Dianne has eight books available on Amazon.com. You<br />
can also see her on SCA TV.<br />
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