And what awaited me as I returned to our little house on the prairie? A garden full of pink, papery roses. Roses blooming despite the cold are a gift, one for which I am thankful. I will miss my roses when we are cruising. They've been wonderful. I stuck them in the ground and have offered them nothing more than benign neglect and yet they bloom and bloom and perfume the air with their heady scent- even in late November.