A rose by any other name ....

June 2nd, 2016

This blog is dedicated to Rose, my dear friend of 30 years.

I can never thank you enough for all your inspiration and teachings, for the giggles and for riding out the rosy times and the thorny times together.  When I look at roses, I think of you.

We visited Biltmore today and the roses are beginning to peak, billows of petals of all colors and descriptions light up the rose gardens and the fragrances literally halt you from moving forward.

You have no choice, you have to stop and smell the roses  

and breath in all the gentle sights and soft scents.  It is, quite simply, indescribable.  So, I will leave it to the famous writers to describe roses and let the photos do the rest of the talking.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

~ Oliver Wendall Holmes, Sr.

What's in a name?  That which we call a rose 

by any other name would smell as sweet.

~ William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet.

I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered.  

But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue:  

no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall. 

~ Eleanor Roosevelt.

Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away.  The rose that lives its little hour

 is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

~ William C. Bryant.

 

Lavender roses do not occur naturally so therefore they have   

come to represent the mysterious and unattainable.

Rose is a rose is a rose. 

~ Gertrude Stein.

If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose,  

you must accept the thorns which it bears.

~ Isaac Hayes.

I named all my children after flowers.  

There's Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial.

~ Bert Williams.

I earned my first steady paycheck watering rose bushes 

at a nursery for a dollar an hour.

~ John Grisham.

                         

          One of the most tragic things I know about human nature 

is that all of us tend to put off living.

We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon

instead of enjoying the roses 
that are blooming outside our window today.

~ Dale Carnegie.