Saturday, July 19, 2008


Among the chaos that is my city garden I found this beautiful rose. Revived by the recent rain, its perfume brought to mind Romeo and Juliet (What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet) and an article I read recently where the writer (anon) cast doubt on the accepted meaning. He alleged that William Shakespeare was amusing himself by making a sardonic aside about The Rose (a local rival to his own Globe Theatre) and its less than wholesome sanitary arrangements. Apocryphal or not I wish I could share the smell of my rose with you. I've named it 'Willie'.

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