What's in a name? That which we call
a rose By any other name would
smell as sweet. ~ Juliet
In the summer of 1995
I planted some roses
in our yard. It was our
first summer here at Avalon.
The rose that grew in this
spot was pretty, it was a
coral color but had no scent.
Last year, a completely different
rose grew in this spot. I guess
this plant reverted to its root stock.
But the great thing is this rose
is so much better than the other
one! It is a deep pink color with
an intoxicating old fashioned
rosey scent. I love it! It reminds
me of the scent of roses when I
was a little girl. I loved to visit
people who lived in old houses
with old gardens. There would
always be beautiful old roses
bushes that smelled delicious.
I plan to take these roses
with me today as I move from
room to room. And tonight
I'll put them next to my bed
and hopefully dream of a
rose covered cottage.
If I had a rose for every time I thought
of you, I'd be picking roses for a lifetime.