Thursday, May 24, 2012
Mom calls me "BeeGee Rose" all the time, that IS my name, after all. She also tells me often that if she were a botanist and could hybridize roses, she'd create one called the BeeGee rose. It might be a deep rusty orange with tinges of brown. That's sweet of her, isn't it?
If that ever happened, I'd lobby strongly for the new rose to honor the actual Bee Gees instead of me. They were one of mom's favorite groups, I was named after them, and sadly there's only one (Barry) remaining of the original three.
Life happens. Things change.