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a rose by any name

 

We happen to be nestled in the Berkeley Hills only blocks from the Berkeley Rose Garden. A magical terraced garden with a view of the bay, the city of San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge, not to mention the bounty of bursting flowers all around.  Its hard to not be enchanted and grateful sitting among these flowers admiring the colors and the textures.

"But all my life - so far-

I have loved best

how the flowers rise

and open, how

the pink lungs of their bodies

enter the fire of the world

and stand there shinning 

and willing..."

-Mary Oliver

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