What’s in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
William Shakespeare ‘Romeo and Juliet'
I was prompted to post this set of stamps by Viridian’s Sunday Stamps on her postcard blog. She had the 33 pence one hiding in her drawer and wondered how old it was. Here it is in all its glory as part of a set issued to commemorate the Ninth Royal Congress of Roses in Belfast on 16th July 1991.
Roses have inspired artists and poets for centuries. They are admired for their beaty, perfume and variety. These pictures are of roses in my old garden in Salisbury, Wiltshire. I have no idea what variety they are but the photographs are a pleasant reminder of many happy hours spent there years ago. We don’t have roses in our garden here in Lanzarote though they seem to grow well here. Perhaps I’ll add some soon.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
William Shakespeare ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’