“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” – William Shakespeare.
Roses are quite common, but for me, this single bloom is quite special.
We have one surviving rose bush – it is a healthy climbing plant that came from my late Mum. We don’t often get to see flowers on it, I don’t remember the last time we did. Usually the possums feast on them, so to see this single red rose is quite special, like a gift, from my Mum.
Thanks Mum, miss you.
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Beautiful!
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Thanks 🙂
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It’s beautiful, such a wonderful way to honor your mother. 🙏🏻
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Thanks John 🙂
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So beautiful, I have to agree with Johns comment. Very well said.
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Thank you 🙂
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I know how that feels. I have a chrysanthemum from my mom’s veranda that blooms every year since she died too young, 39 years ago.
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Thanks, that’s so harsh. My Mum was 65, she was giving blood on the day she retired, suddenly had stroke like symptoms which turned out to be an aggressive brain tumour. Life can be so cruel to the nicest people.
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Only the good die young.
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Love this! Same thing happens (up north at my uncle’s house), where my grandmother’s rose bush still flowers occasionally—she passed in 1980!!! ❤️😘🌹
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Thank you and wow! Still flowering 50 years on! You should see if you can strike a cutting.
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WOW!! Thank you for the idea! I will be up there next summer and will ask someone how to do that! ❤️
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I expect YouTube will have an answer 🙂 My grand father was the rose man, he passed before I was born and unfortunately I didn’t inherit his skill and knowledge in that department
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True about YouTube. I hear ya about your grandfather. Same here. I can grow some things, but not everything. One of my great grandfather’s was supposedly a rose gardener generations ago in Europe. England or Wales.
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If YouTube were a university, I’d have a degree by now!
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I hear ya! Wave of the future! ❤️🦋🌀
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Gorgeous looking…
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They are pretty cute in an odd way 🙂
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Thank you!
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A beautiful capture … only one needed!
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Thank you, one makes it all the more special. I haven’t picked it 🙂
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❤ for the rose (I'm usually hostile towards the red rose, lol, for its cliché romantic overuse, but this is truly a beautiful capture, so I have no doubt it is a special bloom). ❤ for your mum in heaven.
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Thanks for you thoughts, I was thinking about my Mum today, (I have the same feelings about valentines day – a commercial clap trap.)
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