“A rose by any other name, still smells as sweet.”
But would it sound as sweet? Imagine if you will…
He sent his beloved a bunch of red cabbages.
Or
“in the spring becomes a platyrhodon.”
Or
” Tis the last thistle of summer left blooming all alone.”
(c) Marie Trudinger 2018
Photos (c) Marie Trudinger 2018
Mrs T 