I too have a rose garden, tho I have never entered into any garden clubs... I recieve a new rose each year for my birthday... am eagerly looking forward to #42 soon...
I love the Peace rose, she's my favorite but I love the Peace of my garden -- they do take a lot of work, but it is rewarding work. Not just because of the "sweet smell of a blooming success" - rather it is the meditation that helps to heal me. Aiding in the Creation of beautiful life that can be shared by so many, a way to care for a thorny soul... I can grow there amidst the red & green stems, surrounded by the anxious awaiting of a new birth of a bloom -- to the process of full blossoming. I let the Petals fall, and even if so moved pluck them on occassion to spread across the green lawn... as I feed them and protect them and go on to share them, I heal myself and give back to my creator a Gift sent to me... knowing also that as on the outside they appear to die, deep underneath roots keep them alive even during the coldest of winters.
Often I have been found late at night & into wee hours of the morning tending my roses, and have taken in the sights of the heavens above me as I laid down amongst those thorny stems.... amidst my lawn is a straggly growth, a rogue bush. Not planted in its place by purpose -- growing all upon its own, striking out against the green and the confines of rows and mulch. It grows alone spindly and weak, has been accidently mown over a few times -- but she keeps coming back in spite of her trials against the normals of a garden.... perhaps she is more me? Still unable to grow to her full self, remaining a child against the mature cared for roses, defiant in trying to grow up -- just needing more care?
When I die, my ashes will be spread into my rose garden. If per chance I am lucky enough I will pass on amongst them... and maybe just maybe my Blue rose will actually turn blue for a season