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Old 15-03-2003, 08:44 PM
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Default No more roses, I mean it this time...

"Allegra" writes:

Well, I decided that this is it. We were surveying the
back forties today and I was overwhelmed by the
amount of work is waiting for me as soon as the
sun makes a pass over Portland.


Sorry, Allegra, I normally believe anything you say about roses, but not this
time.

"There is a fine line between [this] hobby and
mental illness."--Dave Barry


This is an illness called addiction. It is obvious you are afflicted, as am I.
If we were to follow the 12 steps, perhaps it could be controlled, but that is
still in question, as no one has ever managed to complete the 12 steps.


Cyril Fletcher! It wasn't in bloom at the Huntington
and neither at The Gardens of the Rose the last time
I was there. But I was fascinated by the description:
"a modern HT with the look of an ogr, intense
fragrance, it has silk like petals" (this description
from then in England) " The petals seem to be made
of tissue paper - and there may be its single flaw"
(this one from Arena's now)


I liked this description, perhaps so much so that after seeing the photo, I,
*the no more HTs person* might well have succombed to this
temptation.....addiction, it is an addiction.