I cannot help myself. I love beautiful flowers. My husband and I recently (in September) moved to our new home. One of the things (one of my favorite things) we left behind, were my Paul Bucose roses.
I love roses. I love hydrangeas. I love daffodils. I love lavender, But, I especially love roses. I grew up enjoying the roses of my grandmother's back yard: my Grandmother Evelyn, who was an avid gardener. She grew roses, and especially the "Peace Rose," whose petals were lovely. A beautiful pink and soft yellow combination.
This is a photo of the beautiful roses I miss so very much. My very own "Paul Bucose" rose.
There is nothing in this world so very nice and sweet to me as fresh cut roses.
I have roses ( a lot of roses) in the back of my "new" home.
I'm not certain of their origin. But,
May they come again this spring!