hedgeroses

Updated: June 11, 2025

When the Richtberg lay close beneath them, Ruth sat down on a stone, placing her flowers in her lap. Ulrich threw his in too, and, as the bouquet grew, she held it towards him, and he thought it very pretty; but she said, sighing: "I wish roses grew in the forest; not common hedgeroses, but like those in Portugal full, red, and with the real perfume. There is nothing that smells sweeter."

Georg Ebers - A Word, Only a Word — Volume 01