In the middle of February, spring is tantalizingly close, but
the month of March often reminds us that winter has not released its grip, yet.
The garden at Old Rose Court looks barren at this time of year—ungainly
branches rise randomly from the snow.
By early to mid-June, the air is filled with the perfume of
roses, many of them heritage roses that only bloom once a season. Reds, pinks,
and whites are the predominant colors of these "old roses". Some of
the varieties date from the 17th century.
While February often seems the longest month of the year, may Alexander Pope's lines and these photographs of Old Rose Court roses to remind us of another day.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
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