120 THE BOOK OF THE ROSE CHAP. 
fascination in the whole operation of budding ;—you 
have before you rows of strong wild plants, rough 
and untidy as the worst of hedges, and in one short 
year you transform these into splendid Rose-plants 
of all varieties, with noble foliage and glorious 
flowers of many shades, certainly as good and 
probably better than any that can be got from 
bought plants. A due mingling of hopes and fears 
is essential to true enjoyment, and there is plenty of 
both in Rose-budding from the planting of the 
stock to the cutting of the maiden bloom. But 
when all dangers are passed and over, is not that 
glorious flower more truly and verily your own? 
You may see your Rose marked for the Silver Medal 
at the National Rose Show as the best in its section. 
Yes! it is your Rose, even if it was your gardener 
who ordered, planted, pruned, fed and cultivated the 
plant, and cut and showed the bloom. But if it was 
you alone who had found, chosen, and grubbed out 
the stock from the hedge, or cut, prepared, planted, 
and transplanted the briar or manetti cutting—if no 
hand but yours had budded it, cared for it in all 
stages, and finally cut and shown the Rose, then, 
when perchance it is declared on all hands to be the 
finest specimen of the variety ever shown, it must be 
an additional pleasure to know that it is your Rose 
indeed, for that, as far as all human aid is concerned, 
you made it yourself! 
Or again, you go to see a brother enthusiast, and 
to admire and take stock of his collection. You 
see one or more, perhaps several, Roses which are 
new to you and you would much like to possess. If 
you are not a “‘ Buddhist,’’ you can only take down 
the names, and order a plant or two of each from 
