Regina rosas amat.
This was the sentence which introduced pupils of my generation to the lesson of Latin language.
The queen loves roses.
Which queen, I have often wondered. And in my mind I have painted a portrait of a medieval queen, strolling in her garden and smelling her roses. She is not a difficult queen. She rewards her gardeners with a smile. They’ve done a good job. Roses of all colours cover her beautiful garden. The sun is shining over her favourite peach-coloured roses.
Well, I’m not a queen but I love roses, too.