Rose moss is one of those flowers that evoke strong memories for me. Every summer my Grandma Sisco would have an old enamel dishpan filled with rose moss by the backdoor. She was a busy woman and summer was filled with the extra work of canning all the summer vegetables and fruits that Grandpa would grow. This was serious business as it gave them food for the winter. So she didn't have much time or energy for fussy flowers. To be sure the flowers she did have were carefree flowers like four-o-clocks and rose moss. So every summer I try to have a bit of rose moss in honor of a remarkable woman.