A garden story

I hold a bouquet of pink roses in my hand. Plucked from a leaning rose bush vine that was weighted down with full bloom roses full of rainwater from this afternoon.
The responsible gardener is my aunty pisila who has a green thumb, like my aunty valu and my dad. Aunty valu's giant hibiscus stunned the eye, large bonnets of color that grew out forth from green foliage, on bushes that lined the chain link fence around the canary yellow house that now houses my cousin kase and her kids. Down the street is aunt manu's house, they have lived there since the 1970s when they first immigrated to utah from hawaii...and before that tonga. And one block beneath that, is Ramona Avenue where grandma 'ofa lives...her and grandpa vai bought the house when they first came to utah. last i was there, the meticulously manicured gardens were said to be the work of my dad's eldest brother, uncle hoko.