A Rose for Mom

My mother loves roses.  It doesn't matter how they come ~ on a card, in a picture, in the garden, in a flower pot, dried in a bowl, or in a bouquet.  Is it the soft, silky petals, or the wonderful smell of a rose?  I don't know why she love roses so much, and it doesn't matter.  So I wanted to give her a rose today.  This is for you, mom.  I hope I've made them large enough for you to see. {She is legally blind..}