"When I was a little girl growing up on the farm, my daddy asked me to take care of that rose. He said that he had helped to plant it years before, with his father. 'It's had a bit of a hard life, Mary,' he said, 'and it needs someone to look after it.' Then he told me that if you take care of something, a little bit of you begins to grow inside of it, and a little bit of it grows inside of you. 'Just like the sun and the wind and rain help this bush to grow, so do you,' he said. 'Your hard work and your help, your weeding and watering and your gentleness and even your smile — all these things go right into it and help it grow. So in a way, you are in this rosebush. And as it grows and blossoms, some of that beauty grows inside of you.' "