When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose.
BETTE MIDLER, “The Rose”
Humoring the Goddess 
Thank you my friend. I have not seen most of these roses in person..the multi colored ones look divine!
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Oh I do love that song Claudia, and your captions under the beautiful roses are fabulous
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