Red-Rose Tree

A poem by Robert Browning (1812-1889) dedicated to women and roses.   The dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? Round and round, like a dance of snow In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go Floating the women faded for ages, Sculptured in stone,... Continue Reading →

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THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER

Now that the summer is gone but not forgotten, we are still enjoying the roses in the garden. As long as the weather stays mild, the roses will keep on blooming. I walked around the garden this morning and there were some lovely roses still in bloom. It’s smaller than the spring bloom but more... Continue Reading →

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