


My grandmother's name was Rose. Oh, how proud she was of that name. I remember fondly how she identified herself with the exquisite flower whose name she bore. The image of the rose conjures up a warm and beautiful feeling from deep within. Most will imagine the luxurious fragrance or the soft, velvety petals. The rose is a flower that tends to engage those who are in its presence. Not only will its beauty draw you in but its scent is intoxicating. There is a saying: Stop and smell the roses. There are songs and poetry written of this flower, from A rose is a rose is a rose to Roses are red, violets are blue and every sentiment in between but one thought that will always ring true is from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Won't you join me in celebrating the most treasured flower in the world this Friday at MMP?
1 comment:
Carolyn...I love your post on roses. I love them so much that I have about 80 of them in my yard! They are also my birth flower (go figure)!
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