Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Loveliness extreme.
Extra gaiters,
Loveliness extreme.
Sweetest ice-cream.
Pages ages page ages page ages.
(Gertrude Stein, 1913)
My lovely heirloom tea rose is blooming. Every year I am reminded what roses are supposed to smell like – nothing like the vapid non-scent produced by most greenhouse-grown modern varieties.
The complete poem, by the way, is totally weird. Just so you know 😉
A gilded yarn 
This rose is superb. I love it’s golden colour and the density of it’s petals.
Thank you! I so regret not being able to post its scent. It is truly extraordinary.