Roses

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I have to be frank with you. I never thought much of roses. Kind of never gave them a second glance. Even as a child they seemed to me to be From the old generation, with nothing to bring them through to modern day. They were fluffy and stuffy, and very Aunty like… in short, they held no interest to me.

Of late, I have begun to realize that we are really so much like our elders, and the generation before us (maybe due to motherhood) and I find myself looking at things, or more willing to look at things through different eyes.

Heirloom Gardner pointed me out to an article  WSJ on roses that has me reconsider my my position, especially this sentence:

That scent, we learn, derives from the evaporation of oil in the petals. Best to sniff between 11 a.m. and 2 p.m., when it’s warm enough for the aroma to be released but not so late that most of the oils have already evaporated.

No doubt there is some old world charm their :-), after all, you have to be free to go and smell the roses between 11 and 2. it could be a goal in life - free up enough to be able to smell the roses…