"Look at me!"
"Wouldn't I look good in your garden?"
Oh, yes! But I have no where to put you!
"You're not going to leave me here, are you?"
"Just look at me again!"
Alright! I'll find a place for you - somewhere!
"Hey, I like your garden! Thanks for the prime location! Sunny mornings, shade late afternoons. Fairly good soil. You could have done a little more to the soil, you know."
"I know I'm one of your favorites! I can tell by the way your eyes get wide when you look at me. And how you come over, and caress my blooms."
Yes, you're one of my favorites.
"It's the color, isn't it?"
Yes, I admit, your coloring is mesmerizing. Pink on reverse, making a beautiful pink bud that opens wider every day until the bloom turns almost white. Just a touch of yellow. Not too much, but just enough to give your coloring a little extra interest. Plus, your bloom is full. You're certainly not stingy with the petals.
"And my foliage?"
Are you just fishing for compliments? Your foliage has been perfect. And you are supposedly disease resistant. Still, I've only had you since spring, so I try not to jump to conclusions. I usually won't evaluate foliage until I've had a rose in my garden for several years.
"I like where you've placed me. I'm next to some moderns, some Austins, some antiques, and of course, I'm a hybrid tea!"
Yes, you're an old hybrid tea. One of the first in that class.
"One of the first in my class? I must be smart!"
Can you see me rolling my eyes at you? Be quiet!
"Aren't you going to tell everyone my name? They might want one for their garden!"
"What?!! I'm also known as Mrs. William Howard Taft?!!"
Well, you were quite popular as that name, during a certain period. Don't be upset! You've been around since 1895! So you've reinvented yourself a few times - so has Madonna! Now be quiet!
"You know, if you were going to show a bush shot, the least you could have done was weed this grass out!"
I'm trying to get to that! Instead I'm having ridiculous conversations with roses!