I’ve loved rose gardens for as long as I can remember. My dad has pictures of me as a happy toddler in the Thomasville Rose Test Gardens in Georgia, despite the time I grabbed an interesting blossom with a bee inside. Apparently I exclaimed, “Ow! Hot! Hurts.” Which I still think is a pretty good description of a bee sting.
Luckily we and the bees parted on better company on this beautiful spring day.
There were so many gorgeous roses, it was hard to narrow it down to just a few pictures to share here, but these were some of my favorites, for both form and scent.
I was struck by the way this golden bloom caught the light and glowed against the dark foliage:
And this one both looked and smelled sweet in the warm May sun:
This one was so soft, I wish I could bury my nose in it again:
I would have stayed longer, but not all the children were as interested in the roses as I was. This girl, however, would have stayed with me all afternoon, I think.
It’s nice to pass on this love to another generation.