"You love the roses--so do I. I wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain from off the shaken bush. Why will it not? Then all the valley would be pink and white and soft to tread on. They would fall as light as feathers, smelling sweet: and it would be like sleeping and yet waking, all at once." ~ George Eliot
My brother loves roses. For several years his visits back to the states have been just after the roses have finished blooming for the season or just before. The botanical garden has a beautiful rose garden designed to be the perfect backdrop for weddings; it has fountains and gazebos with climbing roses, tree roses and roses the color of the rainbow. I have planted roses at the house as well.
Stephen's visit just a week or two ago was the same. The roses were growing lush and green, the buds were gathering with just a preview hint of color on their tips.. and yet, no blooms. He had to return to Europe....two days later... this gorgeous lavender pink rose burst forth in bloom. So this post is for Stephen, the first rose of the new season.... I believe this may be the "Marie Osmond" variety.
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