‘This rose is not so fragrant as a summer flower, but it has stood through hardships none of them could bear: the cold rain of winter has sufficed to nourish it, and its faint sun to warm it; the bleak winds have not blanched it, or broken its stem, and the keen frost has not blighted it. Look, ... it is still fresh and blooming as a flower can be, with the cold snow even now on its petals.—Will you have it?’
-- Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
