111.   Then, there are the roses.

112.   There actually was a rose named after Mrs. Miniver, whom author Jan Struther had made the personification of British steadiness and decency.

113.   There are roses, lots of them, in beribboned florist vases and varying stages of wilt.

114.   There are no roses on this trip.

115.   There are roses of course.

116.   There were no roses thrown on the field by fans looking through Rose-Bowl colored glasses.

117.   Then there are the roses, which after all signify love.

118.   There were no total losses from winter kill during the time of the trial, proving English roses are indeed hardy.

119.   There were some roses amid the brickbats, though.

120.   These roses are the clues to the gardens of our ancestors, left for us to discover and to fall in love with all over again.