‘The Peace Rose’, growing in my English country garden today. Isn’t it beautiful? It’s story is one that can be told over and over again because it encapsulates everything that we hold dear in roses – drama, love and greatness of spirit. It’s very creation was something of a miracle in that it is quite remarkable that it ever saw the light of day at all. In 1935, the French rose breeder, Francis Meilland, the third generation in a family of rose growers near Lyon, selected 50 ‘promising’ seedlings from his seedbeds. One was tagged 3 – 35 – 40 and over the next four years Francis and his father, Papa Meilland, watched its development with interest. In spite of war clouds gathering, the unnamed rose was introduced to friends and professional rose growers who gave it an enthusiastic ‘thumbs up’. But three months later Hitler invaded France and, with the nursery under threat of destruction, three parcels of budwood were hastily sent out of France, one of which was smuggled out in the diplomatic bag to America for safe-keeping. For the duration of the war the Meilland family had no idea whether any of the budwood had survived. In America their agent planted the rose in his own trial beds and gave it to other rose growers for testing in all the climatic zones throughout the United States. The rose did so well that it was decided to release it in the United States and thousands of plants were propagated. Although the war was still raging in Europe, the launch date was set for 29 April 1945, in Pasadena, California. On the same day that two doves were released into the American sky to symbolise the naming of the rose, Berlin fell and a truce was declared. It was sheer coincidence. In naming the rose, this simple statement was read: “We are persuaded that this greatest new rose of our time should be named for the world’s greatest desire: ‘PEACE’.” ‘Peace’ went on to receive the All American Award for roses on the day that the war in Japan came to an end. On May 8, 1945, when Germany signed its surrender, the 49 delegates who met to form the @UnitedNations were each presented with a bloom of ‘Peace’ and a message of peace from the Secretary of the

June 04, 2019 at 05:58PM ‘The Peace Rose’, growing in my English country garden today. Isn’t it beautiful? It’s story is one that can be told over and over again because it encapsulates everything that we hold dear in roses – drama, love and greatness of spirit. It’s very creation was something of a miracle in that it is quite remarkable that it ever saw the light of day at all.

In 1935, the French rose breeder, Francis Meilland, the third generation in a family of rose growers near Lyon, selected 50 ‘promising’ seedlings from his seedbeds. One was tagged 3 – 35 – 40 and over the next four years Francis and his father, Papa Meilland, watched its development with interest.
In spite of war clouds gathering, the unnamed rose was introduced to friends and professional rose growers who gave it an enthusiastic ‘thumbs up’. But three months later Hitler invaded France and, with the nursery under threat of destruction, three parcels of budwood were hastily sent out of France, one of which was smuggled out in the diplomatic bag to America for safe-keeping.

For the duration of the war the Meilland family had no idea whether any of the budwood had survived. In America their agent planted the rose in his own trial beds and gave it to other rose growers for testing in all the climatic zones throughout the United States. The rose did so well that it was decided to release it in the United States and thousands of plants were propagated. Although the war was still raging in Europe, the launch date was set for 29 April 1945, in Pasadena, California.

On the same day that two doves were released into the American sky to symbolise the naming of the rose, Berlin fell and a truce was declared. It was sheer coincidence. In naming the rose, this simple statement was read: “We are persuaded that this greatest new rose of our time should be named for the world’s greatest desire: ‘PEACE’.” ‘Peace’ went on to receive the All American Award for roses on the day that the war in Japan came to an end. On May 8, 1945, when Germany signed its surrender, the 49 delegates who met to form the @UnitedNations were each presented with a bloom of ‘Peace’ and a message of peace from the Secretary of the

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The joy of exploring when vistas of rolling patchwork fields, wooded valleys entice you to investigate those meandering white lines on your sat nav. Hedgerows and banks alive with campion , bluebells, cow parsley and birdsong, the hum drum drone of traffic rapidly fading and hopeful you’ll not meet an oncoming car or horse riders as passing options are few and far between. Your goal is to reach the top of what turned out to be Dumpdon Hill and rejoice in the expansive views of our English countryside. (Iron Age Fort 750BC-43AD) [picture taken a few weeks ago]

June 02, 2019 at 05:37AM The joy of exploring when vistas of rolling patchwork fields, wooded valleys entice you to investigate those meandering white lines on your sat nav. Hedgerows and banks alive with campion , bluebells, cow parsley and birdsong, the hum drum drone of traffic rapidly fading and hopeful you’ll not meet an oncoming car or horse riders as passing options are few and far between. Your goal is to reach the top of what turned out to be Dumpdon Hill and rejoice in the expansive views of our English countryside. (Iron Age Fort 750BC-43AD) [picture taken a few weeks ago]

Today (24/05/2019) is the 200th anniversary of the birth in 1819 of Queen Victoria at Kensington Palace. She was fourth in line to the throne and not realistically expected to succeed, but we now know different. Happy Birthday ma’am. #queenvictoria #victoria200 #victoriabicentenary

May 24, 2019 at 06:59AM Today (24/05/2019) is the 200th anniversary of the birth in 1819 of Queen Victoria at Kensington Palace.
She was fourth in line to the throne and not realistically expected to succeed, but we now know different.
Happy Birthday ma’am.
#queenvictoria #victoria200 #victoriabicentenary

My immediate adjacent (yes really) neighbouring property is called ‘The Wilderness’ which is rather apt for Day 35 when I’m feeling rather betwixt and between, rather like I’m in a wilderness. Should I turn left, or right? Straight ahead? Or maybe retrace my steps? I fancy a fag but then again I don’t. #quittingsmoking #smoking #givingup

May 20, 2019 at 11:28AM My immediate adjacent (yes really) neighbouring property is called ‘The Wilderness’ which is rather apt for Day 35 when I’m feeling rather betwixt and between, rather like I’m in a wilderness.
Should I turn left, or right? Straight ahead? Or maybe retrace my steps?
I fancy a fag but then again I don’t. #quittingsmoking #smoking #givingup

Wondering when my reward for dogged smoke-free perseverance and willpower is going to materialise. 🤞 Cravings have reduced substantially but I’d still give anything to have a nice fag!

May 13, 2019 at 09:09AM Wondering when my reward for dogged smoke-free perseverance and willpower is going to materialise. 🤞

Cravings have reduced substantially but I’d still give anything to have a nice fag!