Essential Oils

Few memories are as sweet to me as leaning into my mother when I was a child sitting in her comfortable embrace.  I remember the way she felt, and her faint rosy scent still lingers in my nose.  When I bought my first home, the two enormous rose bushes where I would trim back dead branches and snip brilliant yellow and red blossoms to place on the dining room table, not only connected three generations of rose-loving women in my family, but once again, reminded me of mom.  Years