I’m saddened to have to report that I’ve discovered that Betsy is very fickle. I was hoping against hope that I was wrong, but the truth is undeniable.
The first two years we had roses here in the Glade Betsy declared that her favorite rose was a fragrant red rose named Mister Lincoln. Every time we got a new rose bud from Mister Lincoln she would ‘ooh-and-aah’ all over it.
But the next two years Betsy said that her favorite rose was Veterans Honor — another red rose. Veterans Honor has bigger blossoms than Mister Lincoln, but it is not quite as fragrant. So for two years the ‘oohing-and-aahing’ was over Veterans Honor. Poor Mister Lincoln!
So what about this year? Well, Betsy has a new favorite rose — Sheer Bliss (see the photo above). Sheer Bliss is not red, but it is fragrant. Sheer Bliss is a new rose for us this year and it gets Betsy’s ‘oohs-and-aahs’.
So you can understand why I think Betsy has been fickle. But as long as her fickleness applies only to roses and not to men, I guess I shouldn’t complain.