I’ll see you again.
After the snow and the winter winds end.
I’ll muse on your beauty; morning’s pink glow,
While the north wind’s howl, and the season’s blow.
Lightest of fragrance will beckon again;
To remember the whisper of my friend’s heaven scent.”
“The fragrance of their flowers whispers,
“There is a change in the air.”
Song of Solomon 2:13 TPT
We planted this antique rose over 25 years ago. Faithful to bloom in drought conditions and all seasons. Cuttings from antique roses are known to be gathered from abandoned homesteads, forgotten cemeteries, and wayside roads.
Blessings for a fragrant day,
You can find more information about Texas pioneer roses or antique roses by contacting https://antiqueroseemporium.com
Poem by dbalog©2021
Photos by dbalog©2021