Over Christmas I neglected my plants, and I thought my rosebush had died. I kept watering it, though, and the dead leaves fell off and new ones began to grow. This afternoon I noticed a single rose starting to bloom. The tiny red bud commands attention among the green of the rose leaves, bamboo and geranium in the window, and against the white of the wall. It’s a sign of hope! Rebirth, new life, right here in my bedroom.