The Rose

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.

Swedish Proverb