- Edwin Way Teale
I took a stroll through her gardens at Dias Dorados and was drawn to the roses of May, just as the poet Sheridan’s beckoning, “Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.”
Reveling in the wonders of the poppies, irises, sweet peas and azaelas that grow on her hillside, I shut my eyes at the heady perfume coming from the the vast family of roses which grew upright and in shrubs, climbing and trailing...even my friend doesn't know how many grow or how old the roses are.
Full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie! - George Herbert