. . . is still a rose. Or however that saying goes.
Yesterday I took over 100 pictures of a rose. That's one of the shots on the left. It's from a rose plant, one that consists of a single stem and one rose. I planted the rose in my garden years ago, and it has never grown taller than two feet. It has no branches--it's still a two-foot tall stick. And it has never produced more than one one perfect rose each year.
I love the velvet texture of roses, and their scent is divine. A rose is Mother Nature's gift to mankind.
Yesterday I took over 100 pictures of a rose. That's one of the shots on the left. It's from a rose plant, one that consists of a single stem and one rose. I planted the rose in my garden years ago, and it has never grown taller than two feet. It has no branches--it's still a two-foot tall stick. And it has never produced more than one one perfect rose each year.
I love the velvet texture of roses, and their scent is divine. A rose is Mother Nature's gift to mankind.
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