Dreams Come True
Actually, it was not our dream; but rather, our desire to see our granddaughter and her parents in Portland, Oregon, which brought us here to celebrate Rosh Hashanah, the beginning of the new year, 5783. Our granddaughter recently turned two, and we have not seen her since last December. We had the opportunity to spend time together and for her to get to know her grandparents and for us to have the joy of her company.
The title of today’s essay actually came from the name of a rose. Within walking distance of their home are four neighborhood rose gardens, and the roses are in bloom. What a delight for the eyes and nose. There are so many names and varieties. There is obviously a good reason why Portland is called The City of Roses. I photograph roses all the time. They grow in front of our house, in our neighborhood, and in the Rose Garden in Golden Gate Park. I am fascinated by their beauty and never paid attention to their names. In Portland, I encountered Dreams Come True, Coral Cove, Apricots N’ Cream, Hot Cocoa, Sentimental, Elle and many others.
Online I found the fascinating history of roses, and how the new varieties are constantly developed. Since I am only sharing with you three roses here, you will be able to find more on my new website, thehealingimages.com.
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