Every morning, I walk into my garden with a cup of coffee, and my roses remind me of one thing—nothing beautiful comes easy. People think growing roses is simple. It's not. Roses need patience, attention, and sometimes a little stubbornness. Maybe that's why I like them. Now, if you ask my daughters, Leena and Letha in Irvine, they'll tell you they love their mother. They'll proudly say, "Our mom is a hardworking doctor." But ask them about my garden, and immediately they'll say, "Amma, this is not a garden... this is a jungle!" Apparently, because I don't believe every plant has to stand in a military parade, my garden has lost all respectability. According to them, a proper California garden should have neat rows, perfect lawns, and not a banana tree waving at the roses. But here's the funny part. While my own children tease me, complete strangers stop outside to admire the garden. Some even ask if they can take pictur...