The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. – William Shakespeare – Sonnet 54
The first flowers I can remember – besides dandelions which are actually weeds, but hey! I was a little kid – were the roses that grew in and around our backyard; I vaguely recall them being red. When we moved, we moved to a house where some wonderful past resident had planted rose bushes in white, yellow, red, and pink. Wild or cultivated, roses are beautiful flowers and I hope I always have some around me.