A love of old roses might spring from a prior love of modern roses, then you find out about the old rses and you love them because they're the same but oh, so different.
Or maybe you love romances. Roses are very romantic, too. Or maybe you love the old romances - Jane Eyre, Catherine, Scarlett. Roses fit right in.
With me it was art, especially Rococo art. The beautiful colors, the delicate lines, the playful spirit of the Age of Reason. The roses in those paintings were ... well, special. I could smell their seductive aroma even through the canvas.
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Well, I used to grow old roses in my tiny little urban yard in Los Angeles. I love the things, especially the round, fat, cabbagey looking roses, and more especially when they smell very strongly. But after I started this blog, I could hardly find a thing on Heritage Roses, and I posted nothing more here.
Some day I will get back on my feet and get myself access to the library system once more, and that's when I will start posting more here.
Do come back now and then and check to see if I've made this blog come back to life.
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