A Rose by any other name...
And so, it’s Sunday in the garden. Actually, I’m not in my garden but rather at my kitchen table watching the clouds darken and creep closer. It’s dreary and sprinkling and I’ve taken the easy path of a coffee at the table with my journal accepting random thoughts and pertinent plant information. So what’s with the title? Perhaps the Bard never knew about the Christmas Rose or is it the Lenten Rose?