My Mom always planted a rose bush for me in every new house we moved to. On the occasions we were there long enough for them to bud, I would be so thriled at the appearance of the bud that I would pick them. Thanks to my Mom for persisting and sorry you never got to see them bloom properly. I now have two rose bushes in my garden and I still need to exercise self control not to pick the buds when they appear.
Acrylic on Canvas.