9-11-2001
This month, I’ve picked a theme of roses. Granted, it’s not the main season for roses, that would be April, in California. They are still nice here in Prescott. I like this challenge, even though I’m doing others, I’ll try not to intermingle them so much so you won’t have to plow through stories to see the flowers.
- Single flowers
- Buds
- Multiple flowers
- Bouquet
- Flower fields
- Wildflowers
- Tree or bush blossoms
- Autumn leaves
- Spring leaves
- Decorative Cabbage
- Berries
9-11 ISN’T THE ONLY TIME WE WANT TO HONOR FIRST RESPONDERS, BUT IT’S MY CHOICE TODAY
Those who wear the uniforms representing our first responders are like these roses. They come in multiple ethnicities, some are just getting started, while others are at the end of their careers. Sadly, deadheading will keep the bushes strong and flourishing. Some are still vibrant in spite of a few scars. For the most part they are the finest in the garden has to offer.

These roses are visible from the street day in and day out, male and female, mostly young, bringing smiles to people’s faces.

These roses are members of the same clan. They know each other, probably two or three generations back. They work together as a unit, knowing each other strengths and weaknesses and making allowances.

Often, their world seems off kilter, and they go with it until it works out. Sometimes they don’t have enough resources and they see their buddies withering on the vine.

,Living in the small town of Woodlake, as a Kiwanian I worked with our first responders and knew and respected them personally. I could rave about them all day long. It was the home where I felt safest.
For more information and pictures of the Woodlake Rose Garden
- Woodlake Rose Garden Group a public group with 97 members
- @WoodlakeKiwanis1
- WoodlakeKiwanis.com
Now I have moved to a larger town from 7,000 to 54,000, but the same small town feel is there. Unfortunately I needed first responders twice this summer, and the Prescott Fire Department and the paramedics were so kind and efficient. They guided me through some nasty injuries. So my thanks go to them as well.
We can’t thank our first responders enough, Marsha! Your roses mark a lovely remembrance to those who died 20 years ago today. Our country changed forever then and I fear 20 years later it has again due to the pandemic. May we always remember.
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We don’t seem to be emerging from the pandemic, though.
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Love this thoughtful analogy. I believe these roses in the variated colors from pink to coral to yellow and orange are some of the most spectacular. I see that someone mentioned they are ‘peace roses’. That would certainly be fitting.
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I’m sure they are. The first Rose Gardener left us with only a few labels, mostly gone now.
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We also used a first responder recently. Thumbs up!!! Beautiful, sentimental blog.
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Thanks, Sally. Yes, I’m blubbery these days.
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A beautiful honor and tribute with what looks like the peace rose. Marsha 💖
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Yes, I think it is. How did I miss that symbolism? Thanks for the comment, Cindy.
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It totally is Marsha… awww I just know my roses ( a few ) and it looked like the peace rose.. You’re most welcome!💖💖💖
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🙂
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A lovely tribute to 9/11.
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Oh these roses are nice 😀 😀
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Today I’m sharing bad roses. 🙂
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Beautiful 💜
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Thanks Willow D. 🙂
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These roses are certainly gorgeous, Marsha. A perfect tribute.
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Awww thank you Hammad. 🙂 You are perfectly kind to say so. 🙂 And the responders acted perfectly as well.
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a wonderful tribute to first responders…
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Thanks, Jim! 🙂
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👍
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Beautiful share Marsha
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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So beautiful and in memory of the 9/11.
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Thanks, Anita.
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