Today is reserved for the queen of all flowers, the Rose
here are just a hand full from my garden
be it sun kissed apricot
or soft as a maiden's blush
a massed effect on my table
or a rootstock sucker left to ramble
or a lover's delight
or even deep purple like the silent shade of night
they grace our existence, awake our emotions
our hearts expand to their heady scent.
I could give you reams of information but I will leave you with
just one tip: if a rose dies, do not plant another in it's place,
it too will die unless you completely exchange the soil
for more than the root space of the dear departed.