It’s a strong-fragrant rose, ideal for climbing up and over a trellis to compliment a front porch. Its scent is remarkably beautiful just like its poise and color. The pictures do not do it justice.
I am partial to this rose for several reasons. First of all, my father’s name was Don; and secondly, I planted it in memory of him, something that means a great deal to me and it would to him, too, if he only knew that I planted this for him. We can take flowers to a graveside, to a loved one’s home after losing somebody through death… so why not plant their favorite plant, tree, vegetable or rose after they pass? I’d opt for something that will come back each and every year, blooming repeatedly; this is the result.
He passed away exactly two months to the day when my first grandson died of SIDS (7/25/12), being 4 1/2 months of age. The red rose was the baby’s parents’ flower between them as well as it being my father’s choice of flower. Something can have so much of a meaning to us, hold a unique memory of honoring someone irreplaceable in our hearts. This is for a good reason, this rose that is velvet to the touch. This rose signifies both of them. When I step outside in the mornings, just starting my day, I take in the aroma, I feel its velvet petals, admire it, and I am filled with the love, joy and peace of my father and my grandson all over again– each and every time. Yes, I will continue to miss them, long for them, but I have not lost them entirely. They are together in a beautiful place, far lovelier than the beauty of the finest rose, the Don Juan tea rose…
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