For the longest time, I thought tending for roses was an extremely difficult hobby. After all, there are competitions for cultivating the most perfect flower. It wasn’t until I grew rose bushes of my own did I find that I could handle them and really enjoy the experience. Also, to me, the caring of these lovely flowers is a metaphor for life. When we first moved into our house, our front planter section had gone many transformations. Unfortunately, it became a bane for living flowers. Pansies, lavenders and hyacinths shriveled up and died a few weeks after being transplanted. Just when I thought of raising a nice batch of river rocks in the front planter, my husband suggested planting roses. At first, I was a bit hesitant, nothing seemed to flourish there. My husband assumed me that roses are hearty flowers. Then I remembered visiting the Julia Davis Rose Garden in Downtown Boise ID and these roses seemed to thrive in the desert heat. Also, the...