I don't have any red roses in my garden. I actually prefer yellow ones.
When I first met roses
A little black dress might be a wardrobe staple these days but for a schoolgirl in the 1960s a white dress was a must. And for special occasions, like the school concert or high school speech night, also a perfect red rose bud with feathery fern pinned to the bodice of that best white dress.
Rose bushes bordered the garden, one for each member of the family. The red one was Mum's bush. Mine a scrawny pink one. The boys claimed the beautiful yellow. The fern grew at the corner of the old wash house.
That's me age 13, in my best white dress and with a swag of academic prizes collected at the high school speech night. I'm not wearing the red rose bud because this was taken a day or so later.
“Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.