This past weekend I ventured out to one of our urban lakes for a walk. As I neared the part of the lake area that is a rose garden, I passed a young mother with her son as he was saying, "Look Mom, the roses are sleeping!" And sure enough they were....tucked under their blankets of straw, plastic and snow. I loved thinking about the roses resting until spring....happy in their beds. Soon to awaken from their nap to bloom.