“As for the roses, you could not help feeling they understood that roses are the only flowers that impress people at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing. Hundreds, yes, literally hundreds, had come out in a single night; the green bushes bowed down as though they had been visited by archangels.”
-- Katherine Mansfield (1888-1923)
excerpt from a book my husband gave my Grand-Mother Lillian in 1997
