In summer days gone by, my Dad would go by Robin's roses and on a number of occasions, he would ask her if he could "borrow" or have one to take up to his bride. And even after Mom's passing, he would at times pick one to take to the dining room at RBR. Dad has been gone from this earth for about a year and half now...but at Dad and Mom's house there is a beautiful white rose bush that has endued the harshness of the Dakota Plains. And it has been blooming this fall...One day as I was looking after some yard work there, I "borrowed" one from Dad and took it to my bride...."Here, Grandpa is just returning a favor"