The Perils of Perfection
06/13/2014 § 19 Comments
My name is “Peace,” and I am the highest-rated and most widely grown rose in the world. This causes two problems: I can’t go anywhere incognito, and other roses don’t want to be put in the same vase with me. I have to wear a hoodie when I want to go to Starbucks.
Click here to read the amazing story of how budwood of this new rose was smuggled out of Nazi-occupied France in a diplomatic pouch and how in 1945, after Germany surrendered, a Peace rose was given to each of the delegations at the inaugural meeting of the United Nations.