“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” – William Shakespeare
I first heard that quote when I was four, spoken by Captain Kirk to Kelinda in an episode of Star Trek called “By Any Other Name.” Kelinda’s race called roses sahsheer, and I wonder if they did smell as wonderfully as the rose.
I’ve always loved roses. I think they’re one of the most beautiful flowers, with a heady, sweet smell. Their blooms are deceptively delicate, and the thorns apt to draw blood if you pick one without care. I still have my first bouquet of roses, given to me many years ago – the age has made it fragile, the petals blackened and ready to turn to dust at the slightest touch.
In my garden, I have roses of all colors and varieties: pink, orange, yellow, mauve, white, and red. Each has its own unique beauty and wonderful scent, and when they begin to bloom mid summer, it’s heaven to sit outdoors and take in their beauty and their smell.
Surround me with roses, and I will be yours.