The Miracle of the White Rose It was winter of 2014. It was cold and everything was gray outside. My mood was gray too. I was having a hard time keeping my chin up. It was just one of those days where depression was trying to slink its way back into my heart and mind, and pull me under. I thought that maybe some cold fresh air would help me to feel better, so I went outside. That was depressing too. All of my beautiful rose bushes were pokey sticks. The hydrangea plants were wet brown sticks coming out of the ground. Tall weeds and wild grass had helped itself…