"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
- William Shakespeare

"The sweetest flower that blows, I give you as we part. For you it is a rose. For me it is my heart."
- Frederick Peterson

The rose is attached to many special moments in my life.  I imagine that is the case for many.  Like the time when I was in high school returning home from senior trip. Dad had taken my car to the parking lot in town where my classmates and I would arrive.  When I opened the car door, there were 3 pink roses neatly waiting for me.

Or like the time I was planting a few miniature roses in a small flower bed at the front of our house.  I had mail ordered them; they arrived with bare roots and I had them waiting in a bucket with water as I dug holes to put them in.  Our neighbors' sweet Golden Retriever, Snickers, was hanging-out at our house as he often did.  As I finished planting the first rose, I heard a soft crunch, crunch, crunch behind me.  Yes, there was Snickers enjoying a chew stick he had found in my bucket - aka one of the roses.  He wasn't too sure why I took his stick from him and put it in the dirt.  I was hopeful, but it didn't grow.  Every time I looked at the shorter and different replacement rose bush, I thought of Snickers and smiled.

Or like the time my parents were making funeral arrangements for my brother, Lars. The question they were asked was, "What kind of flowers should be in the casket spray?" Dad looked at Mom and asked, "Red roses?"  Mom nodded, yes. Mom became noticeably more emotional at that moment. I asked her if she wanted to step outside.  When we did, she said, "The red rose is the symbol of God and Love."  While I hadn't heard it said that way before, nor since, what really mattered was how much it meant to Mom.  When she passed, there were red roses.

So as we part, by coming to the end of this note, I give to you this picture of a rose. Sorry it's sweet fragrance can't be shared too, but at least you don't have to put it in water, nor will it  wilt.  It's picture was taken at sunrise at Clark Gardens.  It's hard to beat the glow of dawn and dusk.

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