I dearly love roses. During the first several years of our marriage, my thoughtful husband, Kevin, often brought them to me or had them delivered to the bank where I worked. After buying a home in the country on two acres of land, Kevin wanted me to have a steady supply, so he started a multi-colored rose garden right under our front porch. He kept adding to it, and by the time we sold our home 14 years later, our rose garden was a work of art and living testimony to the hours of love Kevin had poured into this symbol of devotion. As we considered selling our home, I remembered how things looked when we first arrived. The entire two acres was covered with dead grass, briars, and weeds. An acquaintance said reviving it seemed hopeless. Kevin was undeterred. He spent many hours bringing the grass back and planting …