Spikes, celosia, silver dust, and lobelia crowd in planters.
A kaleidoscope of perennials vies for the flower bed.
Pots of dichondra, australis, zinnias, and dragons head
tangle with caladiums, elephant ear and other enchanters.
Like a scented lady dressed in draping folds
the rose wafts her fragrance over the end of the day.
To weariness and discouragement she scolds
and sweetly kisses the stresses away.
“The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.” (Unknown)
“Won’t you come into my garden? I would like my roses to see you.” Richard Brinsley Sheridan
“The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.” George William Curtis
“I’d rather have roses on my table then diamonds on my neck.” Emma Goldman
“God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.” J. M. Barrie
Take time to smell the roses. (Proverb)
“I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses; and the voice I hear, falling on my ear, the Son of God discloses.” (Hymn)