“What a lovely thing a rose is!… Our highest assurance of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”
Arthur Conan Doyle
It occurred to me today, to count how many roses I tend to. I counted 30 roses. I am not astute enough to know all their names. I know where they came from in my parent’s old garden or my aunt’s old garden. I have some how, over time, acquired a love for roses…and fuchsias, clematis and geraniums too. All of this the imprint of my Mother, Father and Aunt. So far, I don’t see it imprinting upon any of my children. In the mean time, I will be busy.
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