The Return Of The Rose Whisper

 By Maryanna Gabriel

Blessed by beauty.

Ahhh, the month of June. Roses. If you don't remember who the Rose Whisper is, I inherited a garden created by a master. It's a lot of pressure. He loves roses. I am blessed to have the beauties everywhere. There are worse problems in life. 

We had an understanding he would help me figure out what was where. So, he returned with his partner for a visit. I served muffins and coffee. There was barely time.

It was a bit like watching the King (I guess that is capitalized) during the Trooping Of The Colour at Buckingham Palace. Nothing escaped his observant eye. He carefully inspected the perimeter, inside and out, and took it all in. Then he began rattling off such names as Hot Cocoa, Garden Fairy, Michel Trudeau, Rock n Roll, Anna's Praise, Pink Bonnet, Pompons des Princes, Roses de Rescht, to name a few, as I followed panting behind him, madly scribbling. 

As a result I have managed to create a garden map. The major challenge of the excercise was deciphering my hand writing. Now that the roses are blooming some of the names are not matching what I have written and so now I must refine my conclusions. 

Refining my conclusions.