Sorry, George, for maligning your quote with my additions in parentheses. The amusing thing about the above photo of my Queen of Sweden rose bush is that the flower pictured is only about an inch across. It was a bit breezy and I had to steady the stem . . . my arm is actually quite far from the bloom. Ah, perspective! It is the author of so many misunderstandings. (I am waxing philosophical today.) The photo below shows the same rose looking pale in the evening light.
The photo below shows the same rose stretching and blooming in the glow of the next morning's sun.

(Clearly) I absolutely adore roses. However, there are roses that don't bloom in gardens. Some of the best roses are friendships that bloom in blogs. Look who I got to meet when I attended church with my sister this past Sunday!
(I am a brave woman to post this photo. The difference between the color of our teeth is just the beginning. My ten pound weight gain due to my wonky thyroid gland is, alas, not even the end.) Marivic of Little Grumpy Angel is a true rose and not just because her teeth are white and her pink blouse felt like the softest rose petals. It was SO FUN to get to meet her and experience her tiny-ness and hear her voice. She was so darn sweet! (Go to her blog if you want to see another photo.)
"I'm not really a career person. I'm a gardener, basically."-- George Harrison








