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Sitting next to the basket of early spring rose blooms, I take a break on my front patio rose garden. My rose garden this year, looks beautiful, but I have to remind myself that the two prolifically blooming rose bushes, don’t say much about my ability to grow roses. They were most likely planted more than forty years ago by a previous owner of this property.

Perhaps it’s the sun, or the heady sweet perfume of the garden rose blossoms, because immediately I am taken back to that same time period — when the women of my grandmother’s Blue Rose Society, dreamed an impossible dream — perfecting the first double blue rose.  As a young girl, sitting on the sidelines, while they held their weekly luncheon meetings, I was certain they’d lost their minds or at least were drinking something more than mint julep tea.

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