I couldn't help myself, for I just returned from an early walk in the garden. There is nothing quite like it, those feelings of such pleasure and joy, the peace and tranquility, the beauty and individuality of each flower. As I gaze upon the intricate and perfect design of each, repeatedly I ask myself, how can anyone look at the complexity of each blossom and not believe there is a God?
Roses are in full bloom. . . the fragrance, well, you have heard takes your breathe away. . . it is so. Intoxicating is the delicate scent which embraces my every movement. It releases me for a moment but then returns its grasp as I move into another area.
The double deep pink of David Austins's beautiful Rosa 'Gertrude Jekyll' for me is the quintessential old rose fragrance which makes me stop and linger. . .




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But before we go in, one thing which always stops me in my tracks.
