Once upon a time there was a young woman - barely older than a girl - who was full of dreams.
She dreamed of a house full of children and a garden like a storybook with a pink rose that climbed all the way up the house to the upstairs bedroom. And she dreamed that one day, the children in that bedroom would lean out the window and cut fresh roses right off the bush, without even going outdoors.
So she planted the rose bush and watered it well.
Children came and grew.
The rose bush grew too.
And now, many, many years later, the rose bush does indeed reach all the way up to that second story bedroom. And the girls who live there - definitely old enough to be young women - can indeed reach out and trim fresh pink roses from that very window.
And the woman full of dreams smiles.