Almost twenty years ago, I befriended an elderly gentleman who grew some of the most gorgeous roses I have ever seen in my life.  I would often visit him, taking along my little dog, Terrence.  Mr. Sakumiya was always eager to share his great love of flowers.  He told me, "Roses are grown to be given to your loved one.  When a man brings one to his love, his love grows deeper."  He promised me that he would breed a new rose to honor my little dog and me.  Using Terrence's nickname and my birth month, he planned to call it the Terry May Rose.  Even though he did not live long enough to name a rose after me, I dedicate my work to the memory of my dear friend.

Kyoko