“What a lovely thing a rose is!”
“Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its colour are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”
This is one of my new roses. It’s a Honey Perfume and while I don’t think it particularly smells like honey, it does have a lovely scent of rose. I’m terribly proud of it, especially considering that only a few weeks ago it was a bare-root stick of a thing. I bought it as a companion piece to the rose I’ve been hankering after for years, a Hot Cocoa rose. This year I finally snapped and ordered one, then had to install a whole new flowerbed to hold it and its little friend. (It hasn’t bloomed yet but it’s on the verge. I’ll post a pic in a couple of days when it bursts forth.)
That’s it, really. I don’t have much of a point today other than to say I completely agree with Mr. Holmes. We have much to hope for from the flowers.
*I realize that to be technically accurate I should cite Sir Arthur Conan Doyle as the author of that statement, in The Naval Treaty, to be precise. However, as a devout Sherlockian, I am honor-bound to carry on in the belief that Mr. Holmes was (and is) a real person and Sir Arthur was merely the agent who facilitated the publication of Dr. Watson’s stories. Therefore, the statement stands as shown. So there.