The rose outside my house has been growing for the last week. Two new buds started to bloom, with colours of pink sneaking through their green exterior. On Thursday morning, I looked at the plant and thought a particular bud was about to bloom. Hours later, the bud and its leaves had started to open. A plant that months ago I thought was a weed has continued to grow beyond my wildest expectations. From fear the plant was a weed to three beautiful pink blossoms. With each development — seeing the starting signs of a bud, the bud opening, blooming — I have felt joy. Next summer, I think I am going to grow more roses.