When we were in Baton Rouge a couple of weeks ago, we went to the Botanic Garden at Independence Park. It was cold and not much was in bloom. There were a few iris budding but not many in bloom. And then we came upon the Rose Garden. Bushes were in bloom everywhere. Just being in the midst of this color and fragrance of the roses diminished the chill.
My dad loved roses and took a great deal of pride in his garden. I guess that is where I learned to love them, though I do not claim to be an expert in their growth and care. There were so many varieties in the garden that day that I could not possibly know which was which. All I know is I really enjoyed my walk through them that day.
And so I ascribe to William Shakespeare's quote, "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." Is it enough to appreciate a rose and not know if it is hybrid or English rose? I hope so.
Thanks be to God!
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