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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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