Here's a photo of a hybrid musk rose. I have a rose with a very similar bloom. I haven't quite identified the rose yet, so will keep looking.
For some reason, I'm on a flower and poem kick. We had a nice warm day here, but I was inside with a cold and actually fell asleep swaddled in blankets and in front of the fire. I prefer a real fireplace to our gas logs. However, at times like this, it surely is nice to be able to flip on a switch and have an instant flame.
Do you keep books of pretty poems and lovely quotes, as I do? If you do, I'd love for you to share with me some of your favorites.
Here's a little poem of musk roses and spring:
A Violet Bank
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows;
Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine,
With sweet musk roses and eglantine.