{"id":601,"date":"2013-11-05T16:50:27","date_gmt":"2013-11-05T06:50:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/veritysparks.com\/?p=601"},"modified":"2014-05-07T17:15:39","modified_gmt":"2014-05-07T07:15:39","slug":"a-rose-is-a-rose-is-a-rose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/?p=601","title":{"rendered":"A ROSE IS A CUP"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/bugalugs_002.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-886\" src=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/bugalugs_002.jpg\" alt=\"bugalugs_002\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" \/><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/bugalugs_007.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-891\" src=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/bugalugs_007.jpg\" alt=\"bugalugs_007\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A good year for the roses in my garden.<br \/>\nAnd here&#8217;s Lucy Boston from <em>An Enemy at Green Knowe<\/em>. Mrs Oldknow is looking at the roses in <em>her<\/em> garden. I couldn&#8217;t have put it better.<\/p>\n<p><em><a href=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/bugalugs_005.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-889\" src=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/bugalugs_005.jpg\" alt=\"bugalugs_005\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" \/><\/a>The roses opened willingly as the dew evaporated out of them. As soon as they opened, the scent spread around them so pervadingly that the flight of the birds fanned it to her.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She walked among them in very great contentment. If she herself was old, the sun was not, and the earth would do these wonders for him again and again.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/bugalugs_006.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-890\" src=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/bugalugs_006.jpg\" alt=\"bugalugs_006\" width=\"332\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a>A passing neighbour called to her over the wall, &#8220;Your roses have never been better, Mrs Oldknow. They really are divine.&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/bugalugs_004.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-888\" src=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/bugalugs_004.jpg\" alt=\"bugalugs_004\" width=\"332\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a>Not a bad word for them, she thought, smiling to herself. The word Rose has lost its old meaning. Now it only means something glossy, that you have, along with cars, washing machines and lovely plastic table tops. It&#8217;s only a status symbol. <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><a href=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/bugalugs_001.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-885\" src=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/bugalugs_001.jpg\" alt=\"bugalugs_001\" width=\"400\" height=\"266\" \/><\/a>But the old-fashioined roses have always been a symbol for love, and like all ecstatic things they die and come again. And the flower is simply a cup for the scent and the scent is an offering. But these thoughts she kept to herself.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A good year for the roses in my garden. And here&#8217;s Lucy Boston from An Enemy at Green Knowe. Mrs Oldknow is looking at the roses in her garden. 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