"A poor widow lived alone in a little cottage, in front of which was a garden, where stood two little rose-trees: one bore white roses, the other red. The widow had two children, who resembled the two rose-trees: one was called Snow-white, and the other Rose-red. The two children loved one another so much, that they always walked hand in hand; and when Snow-white said, “We will not forsake one another,” Rose-red answered, “Never, as long as we live;” and the mother added, “Yes, my children, whatever one has, let her divide with the other.”
Ok, perhaps a little heavy on the whimsical melodrama for some photographs of roses. In my defense though, look at their names. 'Fellowship'! 'Britannia'! 'Invincible'! (I'm doubtful about an exclamation mark after 'Gordon's College').
On a Saturday afternoon walk around Regents Park, the Autumn roses are magical.
"So they all went home together to the widow’s cottage, and Snow-white was married to the prince, and Rose-red to his brother. They divided between them the great treasures which the dwarf had amassed. The old mother lived many quiet and happy years with her children; but when she left her cottage for the palace, she took the two rose-trees with her, and they stood before her window and bore every year the most beautiful roses – one white and the other red."
I'm happy for the widow, and her daughters, roses make life really simple. In my basement flat in London I don't have room for rose-trees, but how about a basil plant?
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